#hopefully i have the charms done by the end of the year lol

[deathisamotherofbeauty]

biggest most useless being on planet earth

[scribbly-artist]

Jayvik Tickle Headcanons

Oh lord here we go fellas. I’m writing these to get them out of my system, and also so I can use them in my own fic writing.

I’ll be doing Jayce and Viktor alone and then combined headcanons because it’s more fun that way. I’ll also be referring to them tickling/being tickled by an SO/Reader just because I write Reader fics but anything in here can also just be between both of them as well.

Since I’ve written for them previously, I’m also tossing around the idea to make a headcanon list for Silco and Vander as well. If you’re interested, lemme know and I’ll see what I can make.

I haven’t really proofread these in depth as I feel like that brings more of that headcanon list charm to this (and also I’ve had a massive headache I’ve been trying to will away all day) so hopefully this isn’t too sloppy.

Everything is under the cut for your viewing experience (and sanity). :)

Jayce

Big big BIG on physical touch in general so he loves tickling others and being tickled himself

With Viktor he’s gentle (unless V is being a little shit) but with others he brings a big brother energy to it*

*When I was rewatching S1 I just knew he would use tickling to mess with Cait. And in Act 1 because she’s a lot smaller than he is, she wouldn’t have much of a way to retaliate

HOWEVER IN ACT 2. When Jayce sneaks out of the crowd to flick Cait’s enforcer hat just to mess with her and she locked his arm so quick. Now that she’s older and stronger he would definitely be on the receiving end of her wrath. Just an idea I had to put out there lol

He’s very open to just. Straight up asking for tickles lol. Sometimes he can’t quite get the word out though. But if he’s with someone who knows him well enough, they’ll get the hint

His belly is ticklish, and I think his arms would be weirdly enough. And his back too definitely

Jayce asks for tickles when he’s particularly stressed out. He likes it when his hair is played with or if someone is just caressing his face

He doesn’t try to hide his laughter, just lets it all out. His laugh is quite bright, lights up the room

He can be an absolute menace when he wants to be

He’ll hide something that a person is looking for and plays dumb, “Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about” all nonchalant. But then he ‘regrets’ it once they retaliate with tickles and he can’t handle what they’re dishing out

He teases whoever he’s tickling, in a “wow, you’re this ticklish? How did I never realise?” kind of way.

Likes to poke and prod and squeeze. He’s very down to chase his target if they happen to start running away

Cannot handle what he dishes out. Any threats will get him sweating

Viktor

Coming from the Undercity, I doubt he grew up with any physical touch so he wasn’t used to it at first. Though being around others (Jayce), he got used to the closeness and started to even like it

At first he thought the act of tickling was undignified and childish (still does if someone he doesn’t like tries to tickle him), but he grows fond of it

Teasing really pushes his buttons. It gets him all flustered, even if it’s just wiggling fingers from across the room. He stumbles on his words at the threat, holding his hands up in defence

He’s not afraid to use his cane as a weapon to dissuade whoever might even think about tickling him

He doesn’t actively seek it out, but is happy if it crosses his path

I feel like he’s generally really ticklish. His ribs and hips especially dodging his brace. His neck and ears are extremely sensitive to feather-light touches

He tries to hold in his laugh. Key word here is tries. His shoulders will shake trying to hold it in, but tickle in juuuust the right spot or place, and the dam will break

I imagine his laughter being quiet and light at first, but once he gets going it’s beautiful and rich. Even further and he gets a little squeaky/hiccupy (just don’t go too far or he’ll start coughing)

He’s done meticulous and careful work with his hands for years, so you know his fingers are quite nimble and dexterous

Will tickle his target until he commits all their ticklish spots to memory. Does it in a scientific research kind of way, “I need to find where you’re the most ticklish. This is for science, after all.” “Is this spot more ticklish than the previous one? Mm, from your reaction, it seems so.”

Since he doesn’t have a lot of mobility, he will use his cane to pull his prey back if they try to run away

Both

Jayce would totally use tickling to get Viktor’s attention when he’s concentrating too hard in the lab

And Viktor would do the same to Jayce. Viktor will be saying “Jayce? Jayce, are you listening? Jaaaaayce…” calling out to him and trying to snap him back to reality. Only getting Jayce’s attention by gently scribbling his neck with a smirk on his face. If Jayce was holding something, it oh so gracefully drops onto the floor as he freezes up in surprise

Both are too stubborn to leave the lab at a proper hour, so both use tickling to drag each other out. More so Jayce using this tactic than Viktor (Viktor is so stubborn/overworked/dedicated). Jayce will be particularly mean with his tickles to persuade Viktor when he’s being extra stubborn

Viktor will prod at Jayce with his cane when Jayce isn’t focusing. In turn, Jayce totally scribbles his fingers into Viktor’s side when Viktor is concentrating too hard

Jayce is very mindful and careful with Vik’s bad leg. Which is both a blessing (Jayce isn’t rough and is very careful) and a curse (gentle touches on his bad leg absolutely fucks Viktor UP)

S2 JAYCE TOTALLY USES THE BEARD FOR NEFARIOUS PURPOSES. Viktor absolutely despises (loves) the beard and how unfairly it tickles. It’s Jayce’s lethal weapon, guaranteed to kill Viktor whenever he kisses his neck/belly/hell his face too lmao

When Jayce is tickling Viktor, Viktor struggles to move away because of his lack of mobility. However, when it’s the other side of the coin, Jayce seems to never shy away from Viktor’s tickling fingers. Wonder why that is…

When V notices that Jayce is stressing out a lot, he’ll prop himself on the work bench or a table, pat his lap with a “Come here, Talis”. Jayce will lay his head on Vik’s lap so that Vik can caress his hair and lightly drag his fingers on his scalp/neck/anywhere his wandering fingers can reach. This makes Jayce absolutely melt and forget what he was even stressing out about

They’re both switchy and get touchy-feely, more so Jayce than Viktor since he’s used to physical touch. Viktor doesn’t mind though

They totally use tickling to teasingly bully each other and to annoy each other every now and again. The lab is filled with laughter

Vik rarely asks for it, but Jayce notices the particular way Vik sighs when he’s struggling, or the look on his face when he knows Vik needs some cheer up tickles

[scarred0and-starry]

The Marauders-Love Languages

AN: excited for my first bit of writing to be up! forgot to mention but I'm an english major so this is also just good practice for me anyways (and an opportunity to be lax with my grammar, shh, don't tell my professor!). the valkyries version of this should be up soon, probably tomorrow as it's 1 a.m. and I've lost steam lol. hope you all enjoy!

-starly ☆

Remus J. Lupin

Quality time. 

Moony loves to curl up with a good book and his lover nearby. His idea of heaven is silently doing his revision in an armchair in the common room while his friends run about causing utter mayhem.

“Oi, James give it back!”

“Catch me if you can, Evans!”

James runs from Lily, book in hand as she chases after him trying to get her belongings. Meanwhile Sirius and Peter are sprawled out on the floor scratching their heads at arithmancy.

“Pete are you sure that's right?”

“Er, no actually, I’m not…”

Marlene and Mary sit on the couch holding hands and giggling to each other. 

“Marls! Are you serious?”

Marlene raises her right hand and places it over her heart.

“Yeah, swear on m'life.”

Remus relaxes into the armchair, smiling contently to himself as you approach, sitting on the arm of the chair. He wraps his arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into your side as he sighs contently.

"You okay Moony?"

"Just fine lovely, just fine."

Peter J. Pettigrew

Physical touch.

Wormtail loves to shift down to rat size and doze off in his lover's pocket. He doesn't mind staying normal size either, after all, it's quite hard to hold someone as a rat. 

Peter sighs gently as you lie on his chest.

“Alright, dearest?”

You sit upright to make eye contact with him.

“All good. How long d'you think we have before the boys come back?”

“Hopefully a long, long, ti-”

“SIRIUS ORION BLACK NEXT TIME YOU KNOCK ME OFF MY BROOM-”

You jump up suddenly from Peter as the door swings open and a blur of black hair comes speeding in. 

“IT WAS AN ACCIDENT MATE!”

Sirius O. Black

Words of affirmation.

After years of being degraded by Waburga Black, Padfoot loves nothing more than a good bit of praise. Confirmation that he can do something right, that he does, something right, goes a long way for him.

“Come on love, try it again.”

Sirius groans, dropping his head down onto the mattress.

“I'm telling you, I can't do it. I've tried over and over and it just doesn't bloody work!”

You grab Sirius’ hands, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Pads, you can do it. I know it's a hard spell but just concentrate, breathe. You're so incredibly smart, you could be head of our year if you pulled a few less pranks per week. I know you can do it.”

Sirius’ eyes soften and he relaxes a bit, taking a deep breath, and murmuring the incantation. His magic feels electric as it courses through the air. As the spell ends you look to see he’s smiling brightly. Sirius drops his wand, tackling you onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“You’re bloody brilliant!”

“Me? You’re the one doing the advanced magic!”

“Yeah, but I couldn’t have done it without you. You’re my muse, I think.”

“I better be.”

James F. Potter

Physical touch.

Prongs doesn’t know any other way to live. Won a quidditch game? Arms immediately thrown round you. Aced an exam? Lifts you up and spins you around. Successful prank? He may as well have tackled you.

James’ breath tickled the back of your neck as you stood front-to-back underneath the invisibility cloak. James had found a sticking charm to cast on the floor, while Remus and Sirius crawled off to the dungeons to lure the slytherins out. You however, had done the most important part, levitating buckets of sludge collected from the bottom of the lake. Holding onto the spell was a bit taxing, but it would all be worth it. 

“You got it darling?”

You shifted on your heels a bit.

“Yeah, just a bit tired.”

“D’you want me to hold the buckets?

“No no it’s alright, I don’t know the sticking charm anyways.

“Hopefully the lads don’t take much longer, I-”

Suddenly loud footsteps came bounding down the hallway, and Remus and Sirius came flying around the corner.

“Now James!”

James cast the sticking charm and up ahead, Snape, Barty, and Regulus could no longer move. James steps from beneath the cloak, pulling it off of you as well and laughing loudly.

“Alright Prongs,” Sirius laughed boisterously, “Got the spell down just right.”

“Better bloody have, took me ages. Love? Ready?”

You grinned wickedly.

“Ready.”

You finally relax as the buckets tip, spilling out their content onto the floor, and slowly floating to the ground. Snape, Barty, and Regulus are completely covered in the sludge, and now stuck to the ground and unable to run.

James throws his arms around you, swaying widely, and a feeling of overwhelming warmth and love spreads through you

“Merlin’s beard! My brilliant partner does it again!”

You laughed, trying to shrug James off.

“Get off me you lousy git!”

Remus is stood nearby, leaning on Sirius as they smile at you and James, and the three boys trapped in the hall scowled fiercely.

“Sirius I swear I’ll tell mother if you don’t remove this charm right now!”

The black haired boy probably would have stood in the hallway all night laughing forever if Remus hadn’t begun to drag him away. Another one for the books you thought, as Prongs slung an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as you snuck off to your next bout of mischief

[reimenaashelyee]

The World in Deeper Inspection UPDATE Read: (Chapter 1: Pages 57 to 68) (COMPLETED)

About the comic

Grimsley confronts the man who set him on this goose chase.

And with that… that’s the end of the 10th Anniversary revamp!! Can’t believe it took me almost a year to get this short project done, but blame my school and day job for that! *drives the nail into the TWIDI IS NOT DEAD sign deeper into the wall*

It was enlightening to reinterpret my first ever completed comic (more complete than the strips and unfinished or one-off shorts I had done prior) – basically the one that started me down the road to a career as a published author. I was happy to see how much my style had improved – not just in the layout, flow and pacing – but in how my characters have become more expressive and energetic, and how comfortable I am with the cartooning. Here is the proof that drawing comics helps you get better at comics!! It only took 10 / 11 years!

Plus, after a long while of drawing with a more reserved, professional approach (see: Seance Tea Party, Alexander Comic), I enjoyed the abandon and whimsy of TWIDI. The lettering is inconsistent all over but that only adds to the handmade whimsical charm of TWIDI, so lol.

Anyway – I have the 10th Anniversary ebook edition up on my Ko-fi and itch.io! This edition carries both the original and revamped versions of Chapter 1. No new cover or illustration for it this time; I think they are perfect as they are.

I have been meaning to make a continuation of the end of TCM that bridges the start of Chapter 1. It’s a long time coming: a story that had somewhat existed since the early days of TWIDI in 2010. Hopefully I will find that stability in my life to return.

Open the cut below to see my notes.

There’s also nothing exciting here, EXCEPT I severely cut down on the number of panels (and the verbiage).

As with the previous spread I cut down and distilled a lot of the verbiage. I shifted the dialogue slightly so that the reveal that Mr. Brown is a Lord comes from Grimsley (in 2013, Mr Brown never admitted he was an aristrocrat until this page) – it made more sense since Grimsley had gotten the info independently from the newspaper article and Andrew, and Mr Brown not mentioning it himself fits with his whole lying thing. For this spread and the next couple of them I am zooming out the panels to include more scenery. The 2013 layouts felt very claustrophobic, with the over-reliance on bust shots of the characters to carry the tension of the conversation.

Some more dialogue trimming and background scenery. I decided to change the setting for the chase sequence to be within the cemetery – just ’cause it makes more sense than if it was done all around Brookham. The panelling for it is a bit more dynamic too – look, Grimsley is parkouring!!

I have no idea why 10 (actually, 11) years ago I had so much trouble conveying and pacing this sequence of Mr Brown being set on fire. That’s the hindsight of experience, I guess??? Anyway I added a few more panels for actual build-up, and the blocking is way better now – there’s more energy (especially Skeleton’s expressions) and clarity (omg we can finally see where and what’s happening to the lamp). The last panel is a new addition to better connect with the next spread. Also… I am excited to see how much further I can draw Mr. Brown’s demise.

Man, the difference some changes in pacing can make. I added some panels with witnesses to the fire, just to emphasise why Grimsley and Skeleton have got to run. It’s crazy enough if a Brookie has got to witness immolation in the middle of the Night, but two paranatural spookies??? Also human fat has such a colour hdsjkfhsdkf the things that come out of an immolated body are so eerie….

The 2013 spread is almost perfect. 18 Year Old Me got it.

[onboardsorasora]

I see that you are a dewis connaisseur as well, so I was wondering if you have any fic suggestions or any authors that write about Dewis that you know of? I feel like a drug addict in desperate need of a fix.

Thank you in advance☺️

Hiii Anonstie! So, I literally just went straight to my bookmarks lmao. I will admit, that I haven't read any new Dewis lately, and thats on me- I've been distracted with writing lol. BUT!!! Here's a lovely list, I truly hope I linked everything correctly. I know dr3writings put out something recently as well, that I plan to check out- I already know its good Hopefully the formatting doesnt get messed up, but I mainly hope I've provided something you haven't read as yet! <3

Aloha - The Art of Saying Hello and Goodbye by WaitingtoBloom Words: 16,210 Daniel travels to Hawaii in an attempt to shut out the world and find his bearings after a tumultuous start to the season, but Formula 1 ends up finding him anyway in the form of one Sir Lewis Hamilton.

Active Love by f1errari Words: 1,638 Daniel grins, one eye closes, he forgot how sharp the sun is at home but he looks at Lewis anyways who smiles softly and tips Daniel’s cap down just a little, Daniel scrunches his nose up in response but opens his eyes ‘well, let’s hope it goes better then last time huh’ - (aka Daniel thinks about Lewis a lot and how good they are together before the 2022 Australian gp)

wrapped in gold by Anonymous Words: 1,162 Daniel had gotten the address from the photographer he’d messaged on Instagram. She’d said it’s beautiful and Lewis trusts her judgment, he’s not all that familiar with the area in the summer anyway.

Love, In All the Hard Places to Reach by IICarpeDiemII for toastandvegemite (Restricted) Words: 15,270 Daniel’s been living on his own for almost a decade. He’s forgotten how it is to live with other people. He’s forgotten how hard it is to hide things from someone you’re sharing the same bed with.

it's not a crime to steal from a thief by Anonymous Words: 1,228 Max is still celebrating when Lewis posts the photo with the caption: You win some, you lose some. Today, I won.

one bright moment by pronoe for Gertika (Restricted) Words: 1,345

one bright moment by pronoe for Gertika (Restricted) Words: 1,345

Daniel wins the race, Lewis wins the championship, they kiss in parc fermé.

loved you for years by Anonymous

loved you for years by Anonymous

Words: 1,665

“Now that you’re back at Red Bull, will we see a mating announcement between you and Max? You two have always been so close.”

And in that moment Daniel knows, his mate at home isn't going to be thrilled with that question.

I've had the time of my life (and I owe it all to you) by Danubius

Words: 2,147 Daniel realized he shared his bathroom's wall with his negihbor after a long shift at work, when he heard the singing from the other side, and singing back seemed like a good idea.

He didn't think things would escalade so quickly from there.

let's just dance by dr3writings

Words: 1,374 “You done with your work?” he mumbles, leaning further into the solid body behind himself and feels a light exhale on his neck that makes him shiver pleasantly.

“Yep, just in time too I saw,” Daniel whispers, the song still playing on repeat in the background and his fingers have started tapping out the beat lightly against Lewis’ stomach without a conscious thought.

can't stand the heat by @toastandvegemite (Restricted)

Words: 2,839 

Lewis is most irresistible Alpha on the grid. Daniel is the most untameable Omega.

It should be a match made in heaven, but for some reason Lewis is determined to resist Daniel’s charms.

[shinakazami1]

Honestly I'm so sorry about how you were treated this past while, I can sympathizes with u cause something similar happened to me like 3 years ago too with a bigger audience. Its unfortunate alot of ppl take things at face value and never looks deeper into things, you didn't deserve to be treated like that and hopefully after some time you'll gain some trust back that the fandom broke with you. I wouldn't blame you if you are furious at some people. When I first saw it I didn't even realize you had more socials besides AO3 (very dumb of me ik lol,, also I love your "a good luck charm" fic sm it makes me naw at my enclosure) and was BAFFLED at the accusations with the lack of proof, and I really wish more people thought like that too, but alas people follow blindly. You definitely did everything right, taking accountability of your mistakes and fixing them. I wish you the best and hope the rest of this year treats you softly and warm <3 if you ever wanna just scream and let out some of those built up emotions u probably have dont be afraid to reach out cause ill be like those drunk bitches at a party who back u tf up<<333

Thank you for coming here. I'm glad you can enjoy that work - Since my collab partner left the fandom, I have been having a hard time returning to it but I do hope to give Good Luck Charm justice :]

I don't really know if I want the trust of people who chose to judge without any proof but, I know they got the information from a figure many look up to.

I do know my trust for them had gotten smaller. The effects of everything on me isn't exactly something many considered - during the whole thing, I couldn't eat for several days and had gotten sick for a few weeks. But I didn't intend to really inform folks openly about it as my health was not important in the moment and certainly I wouldn't want to seem I use it to get pity. I really didn't want yes men in all this, I wanted folks to at least listen to the actual proof of what did happen.

I do feel my privacy was never respected, as stated otherwise by them. If that were the case - this would have been discussed privately and details would have been ironed. And with how many people got involved due to being pinged in the server, I feel it should have accounted by people who in charge. While in the end it seemed to have been discussed - I feel it was a bit too late. And the responsibility wasn't taken in the other side.

Had I done well with my response to the situation? I think so, but I don't know if some things couldn't have been some better but I certainly don't want to have round two to figure that out.

But thank you kindly, for your support. It truly means a lot.

And even if I'm angry at many people who kept silence - I get it, to some extend. But I'm most glad for those who did decide to break it, like you.

Thank you for the wishes, hope the same for you!

[thelonesomequeen]

My parents have an age difference of 16 years too lol and yes my dad was the oldest and the one with money. I got no doubt my mom felt charmed and enamored by my dad and she loved him, she’s taken good care of him when he’s been really sick but at this point she’s sick and tired; so is he; the age difference NOW is striking, now that theyre both old, it comes up every single fucking time in everything. For my dad is like a card that allows him to be condescending, since he’s older and knows “more” also the financial aspect, like she should be grateful. And with my mom is like she feels she wasted her time and could’ve done something better with her life, she feels like she has aged quicker thanks to him. So yeah.

It’s funny seeing Chris and Alba. Not saying they’re gonna end up the same, but it’s an interesting similarity.

That’s definitely unfortunate. Hopefully they both have a lot of memories they can at least look back at with fondness 🦎

[thaleleah]

Hi, babes! Responding to this months later.... I'm so sorry 😭 I hope you're still around and doing okay? How are things with you?

TAL MY LOVE YOU'RE BACK 🩷 GIRL I'VE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!

I'm doing really good! I've actually been planning on opening a shop on etsy and selling homemade resin art and charms! Hopefully it's something I will stick to in the end. But for now, I just need to practice my skills for it. So I'm pretty excited for that 🥰

I'm okay for now. People are so stressful and that just about sums up my last few months lol. I'm considering going back to school to get a Masters degree which is super scary but also a little exciting?? I feel like throwing up when I think of having to pay for it though.

I'm really glad you're doing good 🩷 you take as much time as you need. I always say mental health comes first! And if you need someone to talk to you in private, just let me know and I'll message you on here 🩷

Girlll I am so happy for you!!! You go and get that Masters degree babe. Don't even be scared. You got this! And don't stress about the money. For now, just take it day by day!

What are you studying? 🥰 I just got my Bachelors in Biology last year!

Godless Part 3 is in the works! It's almost done I think. I wrote this chapter non-linearly so now I'm trying to fit everything together and make the transitions make sense. I'm a little worried that I lost Nun's voice since its been a while since I've gotten to write so I might have to reread the last two parts to make sure it flows but tbd lol. I don't want to give a deadline I can't stick to, but I'm hoping I can have it out within a week🤞🏻

I've missed Billy and our Nun 😭 But you take your time with part 3. Don't rush yourself. And I cannot wait to read it once it's out 🥰

Missed you lots!

I missed you more girl 😭 I'm so happy to finally have you back 🩷

How's life going in the Avatar fandom? 🥰

And girl... that new still of Tom Blyth in Wasteman... 👀🥵🫠 like come on and fuck noncon me hard till I can't walk for days. I just want to get on my knees and service him!

Once this movie is out. You and I are gonna probably talk about it for maybe a year 😂

- 🍯🐝

TAL MY LOVE YOU'RE BACK 🩷 GIRL I'VE MISSED YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!

YOU’RE STILL HERE THANK GOD 🧡 I missed you so much too

I'm doing really good! I've actually been planning on opening a shop on etsy and selling homemade resin art and charms! Hopefully it's something I will stick to in the end. But for now, I just need to practice my skills for it. So I'm pretty excited for that 🥰

Hell yes, baby!! You should def open an Etsy shop! Have you been making stuff for a while now or is this a new craft? Whenever you open your shop, make sure to send me the link so I can support!

I'm really glad you're doing good 🩷 you take as much time as you need. I always say mental health comes first! And if you need someone to talk to you in private, just let me know and I'll message you on here 🩷

Thank you, hun 🧡 Mental health really does come first. And same for you too! You are always welcome to DM me anytime about anything. My messages are open for you.

What are you studying? 🥰 I just got my Bachelors in Biology last year!

Congrats on the Bachelors! That's a huge achievement! I got my Bachelors in English and now I'm hoping to get my Master of Library and Information Studies. I'm hoping to find work as a librarian or something similar.

I've missed Billy and our Nun 😭 But you take your time with part 3. Don't rush yourself. And I cannot wait to read it once it's out 🥰

I shall! I think its so close to being done so I'm getting excited lol

How's life going in the Avatar fandom? 🥰

It's going. A lot of people are inactive right now both because of the lull of content and how far off we still are for when A3 comes out but also because of some drama that went on a few months ago. It made a lot of people nervous to be active and honestly i dont blame them. I tried to be a little active recently on my other blog but I'm feeling like I might just have to call a small break for a while which makes me sad cause I love the fandom so much but bruhhhhhh it got so toxic so fast for no reason.

And girl... that new still of Tom Blyth in Wasteman... 👀🥵🫠 like come on and fuck noncon me hard till I can't walk for days. I just want to get on my knees and service him! Once this movie is out. You and I are gonna probably talk about it for maybe a year 😂

The way I'm gonna be insufferable when this movie comes out 😩 I need this man to completely destroy my pussy me. The things I want him to do to me??? Omg yes I will probs have to write about it lollllllll SO please pray that life calms the fuck down so I can get out all the smutty dark and delicious fics that should make me question my sanity but instead make me hehehehe 😂

We have porn to read, Universe! Get your priorities straight!

[rage-is-my-fire]

Adventures in boot customizing.

I have these knee high Airwalks. I really only wore them a few times, despite having them for many years, and the reason for that is because they had white laces and white edges. They look a lot like Converse. And like, that's cool and all, but I'm really much more into the all black all black look, not black with white accents. So I decided to change them to suit me better.

First I decided to throw them in with some other things I was dying. The insides of the shoes were white. And while they'd really be largely not visible while being worn, idk, I felt like sometimes it might peek through, and in particular the edges where the outside black canvas met the inside white canvas was visible enough that it would bother me, even if no one else really noticed it much. So yeah, I tossed 'em in to dye the insides black, and I threw in the shoelaces too.

The dye job worked great on the shoes* (*mostly, I'll get back to that). It also worked on the laces except for the ends that were covered in the plastic ends. I was hoping the dye might seep in a bit better, like creep their way down into those, but it didn't really do that much so eh. I painted the ends and that would have been fine except that they weren't really long enough, so I had to get some new laces that were longer anyway. On that note, my calves aren't even like, that wide, but this isn't the first time I've found laces on knee highs being not long enough. Thicker legged folks are being done dirty out here in the shoe world 😔 *Back to the bit about the dye though. The canvas took the dye well - they're a nice, uniform deep black. But it did cause the glue of the edges to come up in a couple of spots. First I tried my E6000 to glue them back together but it didn't stick all that well. I can almost never seem to get my E6000 to stick as well as it seems to for other people. I wonder if it's just a temperature thing or...? Not sure. In any case, it didn't work like I'd hoped, so instead I got out my Aquaseal (glue for shoe soles) out of the freezer and used that. It had a decent sized dried plug that I had to use my Xacto to cut out first though lol. This time I tried to scrape the glue off the opening some so there wouldn't be a flat skin of glue to dry there hopefully. The Aquaseal worked great, sides glued back on - though there's a couple of shiny spots where glue got up onto the canvas. I'll just color that over with a Sharpie or something at some point.

I sewed some chains on the front! I like how those came out :)

I painted the toe caps and sides with black leather paint. Now these parts are rubber, and the paint company doesn't recommend you paint rubber because it won't bond well, but that's not really been the case for me. It seems to stick just as well to that as the leather or faux leathers I've ever painted over so 🤷

I decided this was a tad shinier than I wanted though, so I got some matte finisher. Well. That didn't work so great lol. I thought because it would sit on top of the paint it was made to work with it would be fine, but it wasn't. Probably because of the rubber base...? It didn't exactly like... bead up I'd say, but it didn't... not bead up? I'm not sure how best to describe it. Like it sort of pooled in some areas and not others, and when it dried it was very streaky, like rain lines on something.

The next step is removing all the previous paint and finisher as best I can using 91% rubbing alcohol. This works like a charm, by the way, but it is a lot of work because the edge bit in the front that has a lot of texture to it. The non-textured parts come off pretty quickly with just a little bit of work - if only all of the edge was smooth lol. I've done one shoe already but will save the other for tomorrow. I've kind of had enough of the smell of the rubbing alcohol for tonight. I've heard acetone can also work for this kind of paint removal, but I've also heard mixed results about acetone, and that rubbing alcohol works better. Since I have more rubbing alcohol on hand than I do acetone, I went with that.

Once I finish removal, I can paint the edges and toe cap again. I've gotten a flat black paint which is meant to dry much less shiny. Won't be using a top coat this time, so it may not be as durable as it would have been if the finisher had worked, but ah well. I don't mind if I have to do touch ups now and then if it means I'll actually wear these shoes instead of them sitting around collecting dust.

[abcdosaka]

i have not posted on here in a while. idk various things have happened. but heres the most recent stuff.

this is sorta fresh (literally 2 days ago) but im mostly over it i think? i made a hinge account and briefly talked to this girl and i liked talking to her but i think i just dont know how to rizz someone up, or maybe ik and i dont have the courage to do it so i gotta play nice girl from the start. and i think our second phone call i was just kinda lacking in energy and i wasn’t texting her too often either. but at the end of it she was like lets just be friends going forward.

i havent really had any experiences before, like real ones where i was the one initiating everything, so it hurt, kinda like getting rejected for a job interview. i was like ig im just not outgoing or funny or charming enough but damn we talked like twice on the phone, we never even met up, that quick huh.

tbh i think i initiated slightly more and she was less interested and she also made it pretty clear she wasnt sure about getting into a relationship. idk its not worth analyzing. we do have a lot of similar tastes but if she wants to be friends she has to initiate and i might blow her off anyway i dont feel like talking to her anymore lol. or maybe ill respond but just really slowly. ik its giving nice guy/friendzoned. ehhh i might respond she was nice/friendly enough i just need time to get over it fully. i think this is a lets see how im feeling in a week situation. to be fair sometimes good friendships pop up out of bad experiences for me like i thought D was a huge dick when i first met him but we got along well for the time we knew each other

idk i would rather have someone who knows what they want and is certain about it too. but in the first place i dont even want to talk to ppl like its such a hassle texting randoms multiple days in a row. i got a couple other likes and i just ignored them. ive ghosted two ppl bc i just was sick of the texting going nowhere.

tbh i think im just sad bc my ego’s a little bruised. but idk that happens to me easily like applying for a job sucks and it hurts to get rejected and having a job kinda sucks too but its required. relationships, kinda the same but i dont think its required? they never seemed that great or fun or loving to me, prob bc my parents hated each other for 90% of my childhood. even when i see relationships in fiction im like oh cute but idk if i really need that.

im more upset that i dont really have anyone to talk to about this stuff. and im upset s didnt wanna meet over reading week. like besties for 10 years but you couldnt free up a space for me even tho i asked like 3 weeks ago. idk if i can even call us besties. i used to be so insecure abt what kinda friendship we had but now im kinda sick of this. maybe i should ask. i kinda hate feeling needy or sounding clingy though. idk i was pretty friendly in my response

she didnt even receive it T_T

idk she hasnt responded to any messages frequently for the past month so shes probably really busy but ugh i fucking hate this. i just wish she’d check in for once like “hey sorry ive just been really busy the past month and havent had the energy or time to respond but hopefully ill have some time soon”. cuz the thing is its kinda typical of her to flake/be distant/antisocial. like after we graduated hs she ignored my messages for a month and she promised not to do that again. and when we hung out for the last time before i moved for uni she overslept and i think shes done that two or three times since. its really frustrating when we dont get to see each other than often. so if i ask her its gonna be like this is an isolated incident but its not and im prob not gonna see her again after i graduate uni bc i wanna move across the country. and we almost never call bc everytime i ask she doesnt want to. i think thats just her hating calling but how tf else are we supposed to stay in contact when we live in different cities??? and texting for hours on end is fking annoying? same difference ik a bit hypocritical there but also, calling means u can multitask but texting means u have to focus solely on texting unless you wanna respond every 2 hours or even worse, every 5 minutes, theres no flow unless you pay full attention to texting.

and the thing that sucks even harder. is that we had a mutual friend, j, who was her BESTIE for middle school and almost all of highschool. (i had a crush on this chick btw but never told her and i kinda stopped talking to her in senior year). and j did the same fucking thing like she decided she didnt wanna talk to people she knew before highschool anymore and basically just slowly cut s out of her life. and s was so upset abt it she told me abt it a lot

see the thing is if i do confront her about ALL of this, i  think its gonna go the worst way possible. like we will slowly drift apart and im gonna lose my closest friend who probably doesnt even consider me at least one of her closest friends. and then im fucked. i mean im not fucked but im starting from ground zero.its really hard not having someone you know you can rely on. altho maybe shes not the most reliable and ive been coping by pretending im independent and dont need anyone for emotional shit. maybe im just catastrophizing. like on one hand, i truly am unsure enough abt our friendship that idk if she’d make an effort after i move real far. but on the other hand i am a known pessimist and i suck at this people bullshit. so idk if i should ask or not.

ugh i shouldnt have wrote this. i was like “if i go in depth on this post i wont be able to stop and then im gonna cry and i dont wanna cry. i should try to keep it light.” like lol. at least it was good practice for typeracer. im gonna do one race and go to sleep. this is frustrating

[artsybookworms]

A pointless thread in which I rate the seven demigods:

Preface: These are my PERSONAL opinions! My ratings will be based on how I feel about them at the moment, not an analysis of how well they’re written (although it might play a role in some of them).

I’m not even rating him—a 10/10 would be an understatement for how I feel about Percy. I grew up with him, and he honestly feels like an old friend. It’s because of him I found friends in this fandom and felt a little less lonely when I was younger. I owe him a lot, even if he is fictional.

10/10: Man I love her. Does she have a lot of flaws? Yeah. But that doesn’t make her any less of a good character. If anything, she feels more real because of it. Also, I’m very biased because I related a lot to her as a kid.

3/10: Pleaseeee don’t hate me. Jason just never resonated with me, and he was kinda boring. I hated reading anything from his POV lmao. I feel like Rick tried to make him this stoic, rule follower with a heart of gold and accidentally made a wet sack of rocks who’s conveniently oblivious to when people need him as a friend (see: Reyna and (to a lesser extent) Percy). Idk he just rubbed me the wrong way.

5/10: I liked Piper when I was first introduced to her. She honestly felt like the main character of TLH; she definitely outshone Jason. I think she’s really cool, but I couldn’t really relate to her. We don’t have a lot in common, and that’s really the only reason I was never that interested in her character.

6/10: Remember when I said these are my personal opinions? I like Frank mainly because he’s Chinese and I’m Chinese and I’m that desperate for Chinese representation (I was especially desperate as a middle schooler in the Midwest). Is the representation necessarily good? No… some might even say it’s problematic. But he’s really sweet (if a little bland), and he has his moments. Not my favorite character and he could be improved a lot, but again, I’m biased.

6/10: I love Hazel! I think her backstory is really interesting and I just really liked reading about her. I also relate to her because we both like to make art lol. I wish Rick had made her 15 since that’s how he wrote her, but other than that I think she’s a really charming character and one of my favorite of the seven.

4/10: Um… once again… please don’t kill me. I was never a Leo fan. It really just comes down to bad writing on Rick’s hand. He felt like your regular old “joker on the outside broken on the inside” stock character. I’d seen it before and he just ended up kinda flat? He’s an overused trope, and while it can still be compelling done right, Rick didn’t do anything interesting with it. Also, I really hate arrogance, even if it’s fake. It’s one of my pet peeves.

Honestly, I think the reason I rated the HOO characters so low is because they’re extremely underdeveloped. I mean, we spent FIVE YEARS with Percy and Annabeth, getting to know who they are as people and growing to love them. It’s kind of hard to suddenly build the same kind of relationship with 5 other people, especially when their “screen time” is divided leaving us even less time to get to know them. I love the fanon version of their characters, but going off canon alone, they fell flat. Hopefully this didn’t offend anyone, I’m curious to know if you agree!!

[butterflydm]

WoT fic writing update:

Stars Fading: 4 parts still to post. I did reread what I’d already written this past weekend during downtime, so should hopefully be posting more of this soon. I’m pretty sure I need to rewrite half of what I already have written for the next chapter and I’m putting it off lol.

Voice Interlude: currently working on a 3-part interlude set in Cold Rocks Hold that explores polycule fun stuff, with a focus on Rand/Mat/Elayne

ACoS Annoyances to Lovers Mat/Elayne -> Mat/Elayne/Rand/Avi fic. Premise of this fic is that as part of the deal to help out Nynaeve and Elayne find the Bowl, Mat asks Elayne to pretend to be promised to him to ward off Tylin's advances

trust is (the taste of death): post-canon fic about Mat coming home; ends with Mat/Rand/Elayne.

Voice: chasing the golden dawn (first part & fifth part written; second part about half-written)

Colors: fragility of trust (some writing has been done on all the chapters in this fic). This fic focuses on TFoH era but with significant changes that bounce off what changed in the first Colors fic.

Witch of the Waterwoods: Moiraine finds Rand when he’s ten. definitely going to be show!verse. Probably more Moiraine/Siuan focused, it looks like.

I got an interesting idea from @essie007 on one of my reread posts that I want to explore (quote: “AU where Rand decimated his own army in a “useless and foolish” campaign against Ebou Dar only to find that Mat was there and he has now freed him….thus reenforcing Rand’s “I can’t fail/arrogance” thing.”) no title yet but about 4k written

walls tumbling down: here’s an AU idea that was inspired by Verin, lol. She talks about being worried about what the effect of having such a strong ta’veren would have had on the White Tower if Galina had actually managed to get him there. the PoV character on this one would be Seaine (the White Sitter that Elaida tapped to ‘root out traitors’ which Seaine interpreted as ‘Black Ajah’) and it might be Seaine/Pevara.

Small snippet from chasing the golden dawn below & a tiny bit from that last one:

chasing the golden dawn:

Barely breathing, he pressed himself against the wall of a tent and studied Asmodean.

Joar Addam Nessosin, came a whisper. Rand shook it off and focused on the man in front of him now, not who the man might have been thousands of years ago.

Spills of lace at the cuffs of his wrists, embroidery climbing up every inch of his unbuttoned coat, silk handkerchief peeking out of a pocket. The very image of a dissolute lord. Was that who he was, in his heart? Did he still see himself as some sort of dashing rake, who was evil only in the most charming of ways?

You would think he'd have learned better by now. All the smiles in the world don't cover up the stench of the graveyard.

walls tumbling down:

"The Dragon Reborn is only a man who can channel, after all," Galina said. "And that is within the purview of the Red Ajah. He has been tamed, Mother, and is ready to kiss your ring and ask for your mercy and guidance."

Young al'Thor's head cocked at Galina's words, though he didn't look towards her. He seemed intent on feeling out the stone of the floor with his fingers. He leveraged himself up to his hands and his knees, though he looked wobbly. How long had… had he only been in that chest to hide him from the eyes of the city or had he been in there longer, Seaine wondered.

"Prove to the Amyrlin Seat that you are obedient, child," Galina barked out, but the boy ignored her. Her face flushed with anger and confusion. 

Galina then slammed a flow of Air, thick as a tree branch, down against the boy's back with a crack that reverberated in the Hall of Servants. 

Seaine heard some gasps of shock among those in the Hall but she couldn't take her eyes from al'Thor. He barely seemed to notice the attack, bending against it then straightening up, sitting back on his heels. His face was bruised, but it was an older mark, at least a few hours old.

"I'm afraid I've misled you," he said, after a moment. His gaze lifted but not towards Galina or even Elaida. Instead, his eyes swept around the room across the Sitters. Seaine shivered when his gaze crossed her face. She had never seen eyes so cold, like chips of ice, pale gray and hollow. They were the eyes of a dead man. "I have no intention of being another Roalin or Yurian. No intention of being another Logain, to be used and discarded by the White Tower."

His voice was scratchy and cracked, but just as frigid as his eyes.

[hologramcowboy]

I grew up with Lindsay Lohan and have such a soft spot for her despite everything she’s been through/done. The Christmas movie was cute, very Hallmark and she carried the movie. Oh and Tad + Ralph’s unexpected chemistry. I want a sequel about the two of them lol. She still has the charm and comedic timing, and her press junket shows that she’s committed to her comeback this time. She was a consummate professional and every interview is such a joy to watch or read. The bloopers at the end were almost better than the actual movie, hopefully her next movie (she has a multi movie deal with Netflix) is a comedy!

It’s also funny to see someone rocking the vibrant red hair, dramatic extensions and eccentric 70s inspired fashion after watching Elta fail miserably at it for years.

I think it's beautiful to watch someone re-emerge from the ashes. We can all make mistakes and doesn't matter how far you fall you can always rise again. She didn't go for something trashy and instead tried to create some Christmas magic so I deeply apreciated the movie. It's very light hearted and relaxed and I absolutely adored the little girl who played the daughter of the man she falls for, she looked like an angel. Movie could have been written better but, overall, it was very cute.

Danneel needs to stop emulating other people and get her own personality, also 70s aesthetic should not be her thing, she doesn't have the presence for it. Does she not have a mirror? Also, her trashy extensions always look like they haven't been properly cared for in ages. Besides, she's not even a natural redhead and red isn't the ideal color for her. I always wonder why her stylists don't give her appropriate feedback and my only conclusion is that they must deeply resent her guts.

[celtics534]

Can u pls write hinny angst with the line "do I mean anything to u!" plessee pleasee.. And congrats on 1000 followers🖤

Do I Mean Anything to You?

Hopefully this is enough angst for you, anon! I just couldn’t seem to stop the fluff from coming out too lol. Thank you for the support and I hope you like it :)

Also Read On: FF.net and AO3

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Harry lay back on the grass; the cool breeze blowing off the pond made the muggy summer air perfect. The birds chattered above him as he let his eyes close. He was tired, always so tired. A bone-deep fatigue made him want to sleep for a week, but no matter how much he tried, sleep evaded him. 

 While his body lay still, his mind ran miles a minute. All the things he could have done differently, how he could have stopped the suspect from killing that woman if he’d only been faster, or smarter. If he’d connected Grant to Cambridge before he’d found his ex… 

 Harry’s shiver had nothing to do with the breeze that had shaken the nearby trees. Though the sun beat directly onto his exposed chest, Harry still felt cold. Logically he knew it wasn’t his fault. The department mind healer had pressed that into his head, but no matter what logic and others said, Harry couldn’t stop imagining the crumpled woman lying on her back. Her cold, dead eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. 

 “I knew you bought a place with a nice view, but this is just perfect.” 

 A playful voice broke the quiet. Harry didn’t need to open his eyes to know who had come to see him, but he couldn’t resist the chance to look at her. He lifted himself up onto his elbows to see his girlfriend grinning down at him. “I sure hope you’re referring to me and not Mrs. Jenson next door.”

 Her laugh was loud in the still countryside. “I mean, she does have some rather impressive trimming skills. Her front bush work is —”

 Harry groaned, flopping back onto the soft ground. “I beg you not to finish that sentence.”

Ginny laughed again, this time moving to join him on the lawn. Her hip pressed against his as she lay on her stomach, one arm thrown over his middle. “Well if you don’t want to discuss your eighty-year-old neighbor’s gardening abilities, would you care to share what brought you out here?”

 He tilted his head to look at her. She’d propped her head upon her elbow, her brown eyes focused on him. Harry thought about why he’d come to this corner of his grounds. He’d adored the little pond the moment he’d spotted it on the guided tour during his house hunt. The quaint cottage had drawn him in with the rustic charm and simplistic style, but it was the grounds that had sold him on the place. The large back garden had everything he always craved from a yard. Long empty space, trees and overgrown plants provided coverage, and a perfect pond that was ideal for sitting near on hot summer days.

 The pond had become his local haunt whenever he needed to escape from the real world. With large evergreen trees surrounding it and soft natural grass covering the ground, it was like his own little hidden grove where he could hide from everything. Where he could go when his head was muddled with a million different thoughts and problems. 

 The best part about his secluded sanctuary was that only one other person knew about it, and she was lying right beside him.  

 “I guess I just needed to think.” 

 She studied him before nodding slowly. “Something happened with the case?” A lump formed in his throat that he swallowed away as he nodded. The hand on his stomach started to rub gentle circles across his skin. Every spot she touched spread warmth across his skin. Her voice was soft as she asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

 He didn’t. He couldn’t. Every time he tried to talk about the poor dead woman and her kids, Harry lost it. When Kingsley had taken him aside after the interrogation of Grant, Harry had snapped at the older man. He’d been on edge for weeks before the conclusion of the case, but with the end result… everything had boiled over in a fit of fury. Which was why he was on a five-day forced leave.

 He was currently on day two and all he’d been able to do was sink into his depressive thoughts. Sure, he’d tried distracting himself with chores he’d been slacking on and various workout routines, but nothing had kept the dark thoughts and images at bay.  

 “Harry,” Ginny’s voice was soft… soothing as her hand continued its gentle caress of his skin. “It’s gonna be fine, love. Just focus on you and me, alright?”

 His throat closed at her words. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be comforted while a mother was grieving the loss of her daughter and grandchildren. He was the reason those two little girls weren’t home listening to their grandma read them a book. Harry was the reason those kids would never go to Hogwarts, never get to experience…

 “Stop.” Ginny’s harsh tone pulled Harry from his mental descent into darkness. “Stop blaming yourself. I don’t know what happened, but I know you did everything you could.”

 How did she do that? Understand him without prompting. Ginny never ceased to amaze him. She was too good for him, that was obvious. Ginny was one of the best people he’d ever known, yet she bothered with him. Dealt with his moods and faults.

 “Why?” he croaked, his mouth unable to form more than one word. 

 Ginny raised one red eyebrow at him, her expression asking him for more. Asking him to explain his muddled and confused thoughts. The thing was, Harry wasn’t sure he could. 

 His self-loathing mind had been overthinking for the past forty-eight hours. He’d been trying to figure out why Ginny dealt with him. Why she dealt with his seemingly perpetual poor temper, inability to say the right things, his inevitable failure at seemingly everything. He’d been a right git for the past few weeks, due to his frustration with the Grant case, yet she stood by him. She still came over after practice, ate dinner with him (though he’d basically ignored her to focus on his notes), and still slept in the bed beside him at night. 

 As she watched him with those beautiful intense eyes, not for the first time, Harry thought about how Ginny could have anyone she wanted. She was incredibly attractive, clever, funny, and talented (on the pitch and off). She was any man’s dream, yet she was with him. Worried about him.    

 “I mean…” Harry took a deep breath. “I mean, why do you put up with me? Why do you care about me? I’m not anything… I’m not worth...” Harry had no idea how to explain himself. 

 Ginny however didn’t wait for him to complete his stuttering ramble. She shifted from lying on the grass to lay on him, her hips straddling his stomach. “Tell me, do I mean anything to you?”

 His jaw dropped as he stared at her. Was she questioning how much he cared for her? Was that another one of his failings? Being unable to show or tell her just how much she meant to him. 

 Then he noticed the smile curling her lips. She wasn’t mad or upset, but she’d posed her words like that on purpose to put him on edge. Ginny loved to goad him, to tease him, and one of her favorite methods was to set his mind into overdrive and then set him straight with some cheeky comeback. 

 He rolled his eyes, letting her know he was onto her ruse. “I don’t just let anyone straddle me in my garden.”

 “Well, that’s good to know.” Ginny lowered her seductive lips to his ear. “I’d hate to think that Mrs. Jenson had seduced you.” Harry snorted as she continued, “But back to my question. Do I mean anything to you?”

 “You…” Harry swallowed. Even after over three years together, he still struggled to put her significance into words. Love wasn’t enough. He adored, cherished, and admired her. But for some reason, he couldn’t ever transfer those words from his brain to his mouth. “You mean everything.”   

 Her smile shifted to one of his favorites. He loved all her smiles, but this soft adoring one that she seemed to save only for him always made his heart thud rapidly against his chest. The palm of her hand came up to cup his jaw as she leaned down to kiss him lightly. The darkening sky, sounds of crickets, and scents of evergreens faded to nothing as all Harry’s senses focused on Ginny. The smell of her flowery perfume that had driven him wild for years, her long hair curtaining around them and blocking out the sun, and of course the feel of her chest pressed to his. 

 She pulled back far enough for him to look into her satisfied expression. “You are a closet romantic, Potter.”

 He snorted. “That doesn’t seem right. I could have sworn you once said I didn’t have a romantic bone in my body.”

 Her laugh filled the garden, blending perfectly with the singing birds above them. “Okay, so you’re an accidental romantic. You have no idea what you’re saying but sometimes it’s the most adorable thing.”

 “If you say so.”

 “I do say so.” Ginny pecked at his lips. “But back to the topic at hand. It’s as simple as this. You say I mean everything to you, why is it hard to believe the same goes for me about you?” 

 “I - I -” Harry had no idea how to explain it to her. Explain why he wasn’t worthy of her love. Why he didn’t deserve to be with her. How she was too good for him and she should find some tall, smarter man. 

 Her left hand, which had been resting on his chest, slapped a spot on his chest bone. “You’re on one of your Harry isn’t worth anything benders and I refuse to let that go on for any longer. So what do I need to do in order to get you to stop being a git?”       

 He looked up to see that blazing gaze he’d fallen for when he was only sixteen. As he looked up at her, Harry knew he couldn’t be without her. Couldn’t let her go despite his inner cynic telling him he shouldn’t have her. Without Ginny… Merlin, without her, he had no idea who he would be. She was the best part of him and though he didn’t deserve her, he didn’t have any power to stay away from her.

 Ginny’s small and callused hand came up to run along his jaw, soft and light, making electricity course through his body. There was a light in her eyes that was hypnotic to him. It was beautiful and just simply Ginny. 

 “Marry me.” 

 The words slipped off Harry’s tongue without planning, but from the moment they were in the air, he didn’t regret them. Ginny’s eyes widened as her jaw dropped. “D — did you just…” Her voice was just a little more than a whisper. “D — did you mean to do that?” 

 “I mean.” Harry swallowed away the ball of nerves that rose into his throat. “I didn’t mean to ask you right then… but I meant it.”

 It was rare for Ginny to be silenced. Growing up as the youngest and only girl, she always wanted to have the last word. But for the first time in a long time, she was speechless. She just stared at him, making Harry’s gut clench painfully. Did she not want to get married? They’d discussed it before, but it had always been one of those in the future things. Maybe she wanted to wait until she was done playing for the Harpies or maybe she —

 His inner turmoil faded into silence as her lips curled into a slow smile. “I mean…. if marrying you is the only way to stop you from acting like a right prat,” she bent down and nuzzled her nose along his jaw moving it up towards his ear. Her warm breath sent goosebumps cascading across his body. “I guess I have to say yes.”         

[accioxreparo]

ink stains

synopsis: soulmate au in which every mark that appears on your body also appears on your soulmate’s body including, as you discover one day, drawings. Needless to say you’re determined to make your soulmate smile, even if you haven’t found them yet.

pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi I’m late to the party but @thoseofgreatambition is doing a soulmate theme night and I’m a ho for soumate au’s so hopefully mine is decent enough lol also I may or may not be writing one for fred too but it’s taking me ages so 

tagging: @the-hufflepuff-of-221b

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When you were six years old you woke up one morning to dark stains splattered all over your face and arms. You were confused and quickly grew panicked, absolutely positive that you had contracted Dragon Pox overnight. It had taken an hour for your dad to calm you down enough so he could explain with a small grin that your soulmate must’ve spilled an inkwell on themselves. 

“What do you mean?” You had asked with wide, curious eyes.

“Well,” Your dad had reached for the bedside table and picked up a quil. “Everybody has a soulmate, Y/N. One day you start being able to see the marks that appear on your soulmate's body, permanent or temporary. For you, that day happens to be today.” He dipped the quil in a well filled with bright blue ink and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give it a try? Write your soulmate a message.”

“What if they don’t write back?” You had frowned then, suddenly worrying that maybe this mystery person on the other end would want nothing to do with you. 

“Well that’s okay,” Your dad had been quick to reassure you. “They might not be able to see the marks yet. But one day they will and I just know they’ll be ecstatic to know you’re here.”

After that day there was a constant stream of doodles all over you. Vines snaking up your ankle. Twisting patterns winding around your fingers. Planets and stars littering your collarbone area. Stripes of random colors all over your palms as you mixed new colors. The most detailed pictures were always on your left arm though, that was where you practiced new drawings. 

Occasionally you wrote a message but mostly you drew. Then one day you bought a book about charms to cast on drawings in Flourish and Blotts and you begged your dad every chance you got to cast them for you. After that at least a few pictures were always moving up and down your body.

When you got your very own wand at the age of eleven they were the first spells you practiced. By the end of your first year at Hogwarts you had mastered the whole book. Since then there was always a constant supply of different colored inks in your bag and pockets. The array of multicolored moving pictures that changed every day was your one connection to your soulmate. 

They had yet to write back. 

It had been ages since you first found your connection to your soulmate. You’d dealt with scars and bruises and occasional scribbled reminders but never once had you ever received even an acknowledgment of anybody seeing your drawings. 

You tried not to let it bother you, you really did. But it seemed like every single person around you had known their soulmate for years, in one way or another. Some days the smile you wore wasn’t quite genuine, the longing you felt growing a little deeper at times, but never once did you fail to decorate your limbs with gentle reminders that you were there for your soulmate to find on themselves. 

Not until that day. You were set to leave for school the next morning and your father had taken the week off of work to see you off. The two of you, your older brother, and your younger sister were probably too focused on the quidditch match you had going against each other in the backyard of your house. So much so that the bludger hit your way completely blindsided you. 

The match ended with panicked shouts, a trip to St. Mungos, and your left arm wrapped tightly in cloth bandages as it rested in a sling while your bones healed. 

It was only when you were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express that the strangest thing happened. Words scrawled in letters that weren’t your own had appeared on your right arm. 

Nothing new today? 

As you stared at the writing with wide eyes, more words appeared underneath those. 

I’m sure this is bending the rules but I had to know. Something’s wrong isn’t it?

Frantically you dumped out the contents of your bag, scattering them all over the floor of the compartment. You dug around the mess you had made until you found a self-inking quil. Just as you were about to write your response you caught sight of the bandages on your arm and gave a defeated sigh. 

“Would you like some help?” 

You looked up and saw Luna, a friend of yours a couple years below you, watching you with an amused smile. The two of you would always sit up late in the common room together, swapping theories and stories about anything and everything. 

“If you don’t mind,” You gave her a sheepish look and she only smiled before moving to sit next to you. 

“What would you like me to write?” Luna asked as she took the quil out of your hand. You smiled and told her, watching as she took your arm and wrote out your words for you. 

What makes you think something is wrong?

It was seconds later when you received your response. 

Not once in the six years since I’ve been able to see your drawings have you let a day pass where you don’t add new ones. What’s wrong? 

A smile graced your face and Luna was kind enough to help you continue the conversation happening on your arm. 

I’m fine. Just a Quidditch injury. I’ll have the bandages removed by tonight, don’t worry. 

Take your time. I don’t want you to hurt longer than you have to, love.

You were sure it was cheating, talking to your soulmate by writing messages on your arm. But if whatever soulmate forces were out there didn’t want you to talk to them then there shouldn’t have been such a simple loophole. 

That’s what comforted you late that night, now gently scrawling messy words quickly on your arm that had been broken only the day before. Never before had you been more thankful for Skele-Gro. 

Can I ask you something?

The print you wrote with was small on purpose, trying to keep as much room available as possible. It didn’t stop you, however, from doodling new little pictures on the back of your hand. 

Go for it.

Why haven’t you ever said anything before? Why now?

You stared at the words you had written for a few moments before sighing and heading to the bathroom that was connected to your room. Only after staring at the words covering both arms now for a minute or two did you start washing away the ink you had put there. 

For a minute you thought that you shouldn’t have asked. You stood in silence, watching as the remainder of the ink, the part written in your soulmates handwriting, was slowly washed away leaving only faint ink stains. Then to your relief a response came after it was all gone. 

I was worried. And let’s just say I’m not as artistic as you are, my talents lie in other places. 

For a second the writing stopped but then more words appeared, quicker than they had before. 

Also I may have missed seeing you draw new pictures for me a little too much.

You beamed at the words and walked back to your bed. After the curtains were pulled around it you lit the end of your wand and picked up your quil again. 

Do you like them? The pictures. 

The response was almost immediate. 

I love them.

***

“Miss Y/L/N.” 

You jumped in your seat at the sound of a voice calling your name. Slowly you looked up from where you were taking notes on nonverbal spells. Professor Flitwick stood only a few feet away with an exasperated look on his face. Meanwhile both of the Weasley twins sat at their desk looking quite satisfied with whatever they had just done. 

You’d been correct to assume they were behind whatever loud noise had been going on only minutes before. The desk the twins were sitting at was now charred and the other Gryffindors surrounding them were chatting excitedly about whatever it was you missed while your nose was buried in your charms book. 

Neither Fred or George Weasley missed the fact that you were trying and failing to keep back an amused smile.  

“You’ll be getting a new partner to do your project with,” Professor Flitwick lifted his wand and with a single flick a bag and a pile of unused textbooks was flying across the room and into the empty space next to you. “Mr. Weasley.” 

Both boys stood at the same time wearing matching smirks and chorused, “Yes, Professor?” 

You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your laugh when Professor Flitwick sighed and shook his head upon realizing that he really should have seen that coming. “Mr. George Weasley. Come meet your new partner.” 

Oddly enough said person didn’t look disappointed by the new assignment at all. Instead he grinned as he approached you, sliding into the chair beside you easily. 

You could count the number of times you had spoken to George Weasley on one hand. The first time had been during potions when he’d asked to borrow some foxglove for a pompion potion. It wasn’t the potion you’d been assigned to brew but you hadn’t questioned it. The second time he’d walked up to you and your friends after a quidditch match to congratulate Ravenclaw on their victory against Slytherin despite the fact that none of you were on the team. And the third time was only a few weeks before when he asked to borrow a spare quil in transfiguration. 

You doubted he remembered any of that though. 

“So partner,” George leaned on the desk, head resting on one of his hands as he looked at you. “What do you know about,” He reached over to look at the piece of parchment you’d been taking your notes on. “Nonverbal spells? That’s our topic?” 

“It is,” You nodded and reached for your notes, hoping he wouldn’t flip over the parchment to see the drawings you’d absentmindedly doodled during the lecture. “Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all,” George’s smile turned softer then as he stared at you, a fact which you noticed. You turned away quickly as you felt your face burn, hoping silently that it wasn’t too noticeable. “On the contrary. From what I hear you’ve already mastered a few nonverbal spells yourself Y/N, dearest.”

You froze then, not sure which revelation surprised you more. The fact that apparently you had developed a reputation without you knowing or the fact that George Weasley of all people knew your name. 

You tried your hardest to fight the temptation to ask how he knew you and why. 

“Class is almost over,” Your words came out rushed and a little too loud to sound natural. It wasn’t a complete lie. In just ten minutes you’d all be dismissed and that was hardly enough time to make even a small dent into your project. “We should meet sometime before our next class to get started if we want to have it done by the due date.”

“You’re so...ravenclaw,” George spoke after a few moments. When you looked at him again he was still giving you that same soft smile, a different sort of glint in his eyes than the one you were used to seeing every now and then.

For a second your thoughts drifted to the words scrawled on your right arm and the pictures on your left. They were covered up by the sleeves of your sweater as they usually were but you could picture the words you and your soulmate had written to each other earlier that day clearly. 

“Is that a bad thing?” You found yourself asking, for some strange reason not being able to bring yourself to pull away from George’s gaze. 

“No,” He shook his head gently almost immediately. “It’s perfect.”

***

You had to give credit where credit was due. When it came down to it, George Weasley could in fact step up to the plate. 

Even now, an early Sunday morning the day after a trip to Hogsmeade, he sat right in front of you. 

You knew for a fact he had been up late the previous night causing his usual mischief alongside his brother. One of the Ravenclaw prefects had been patrolling the halls and you overheard him complaining about having to send the twins back to their dorm for the fourth day in a row when he entered the common room.

It had made you smile. 

You’d spent at least a couple hours each day alongside George for the past two and a half weeks. Some of that time had indeed been spent on your project but you found it easier to talk to him than you thought it would be. You couldn’t even begin to count the variety of tales he told you just to hear you laugh.

That, however, meant that the two of you had developed a tendency to avoid your work resulting in you being behind. The next day the two of you would have to present in front of the class. You had already gotten away with postponing the presentation twice. 

The first time you had told Professor Flitwick that you needed more time to gather as much information as the topic deserved. The second time George had eaten one of the products he had told you he was working on, one he called a nosebleed nougat. It had worked like a charm and the moment you left the classroom with him he ate another candy and it stopped.

It was the only reason the two of you had woken up at that godforsaken hour of the morning on a Sunday. There was simply no other option now.

“I think all of our research is done and I can write up some notes for us to remember during the presentation,” You reached for another roll of parchment from your bag to do just that before dipping your quil in an inkwell filled with bright blue ink. “But we still need to practice some nonverbal spells for the practical demonstration. What do you think we should -”

It wasn’t until you looked away from the pile of books in front of you and at George that you realized he had dozed off.  His head was resting on his arms which were crossed on the desk in front of him and he looked almost peaceful for once. 

The corner of a piece of parchment was sticking out from under one of his arms and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself. Slowly you leaned forward until you could reach the parchment and you began to sketch a field of flowers on the paper in various ink colors. 

You didn’t notice your own smile as you did so. 

Then the end of your quil brushed across George’s face and he almost immediately bolted up in his seat. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes once more he looked over only to find you biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing. 

“You look suspicious,” George narrowed his eyes at you playfully when he saw the look on your face, still not noticing the addition to his parchment. 

“Do I?” You smiled then as you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in front of you. 

“You do,” He leaned forward on the desk again and the grin you’d come to see on a regular basis returned. “May I ask why?” 

“No reason at all. I’m just excited to learn some nonverbal spells is all,” You laughed as you stood from your seat, squinting a little at the late morning sun shining through the windows. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go search for some books a friend of mine recommended with some spells we could use.” 

“Do we not have enough of those here?” George said as he glanced at the pile of no less than seven books, none of which he could remember anything about. 

“Those are all on history and theory. We need something on practical application.” 

“Right,” George let out a sigh as he reached for one of the unopened books. “You’re lucky I like you. I can’t remember the last time I did this much reading for a project.” 

You hummed and then shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Don’t I feel honored.” 

“Just get on with it,” George glanced up from the pages of the book he’d been flipping through and at you again, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Faster we finish with this, the sooner we can sneak into the kitchens for a late breakfast.” 

You were quick to agree. George watched as you disappeared behind one of the bookshelves. It was only when he was sure you were gone that he rolled up the sleeve of his sweater and reached for a quil, quickly scribbling a message to his soulmate on his right arm. 

When he was done writing the message he caught sight of the flowers that you had drawn on the corner of his parchment and he grinned. Almost absentmindedly he started drawing flowers around your own, albeit a little simpler than the designs you had made. It took a minute for his eyes to widen, quil falling out of his hand, realizing that the flowers you had drawn on the paper he had already seen dozens of times before. In fact, a variation of them sat on his left arm now.

***

Finally four hours later you and George sat in the kitchens which you’d found surprisingly empty. Breakfast and lunch had come and gone and the two of you had gladly accepted a variety of foods from a couple of the house elves. 

You were completely oblivious to the way George was studying you closely, trying as hard as he could to see if he was right. 

“Puddlemere United,” He said when he caught sight of the patch sewn onto the jacket you were wearing. “I take it you’re a fan?” 

“I sort of have to be,” You laughed a little when you saw the confused look flash on George’s face. “My dad is Puddlemere’s captain.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, promise,” You smiled as you shook your head. Without hesitation you pulled off your jacket, flipping it around so the back was visible, and pointed to a navy blue crest with the Puddlemere United logo and the word ‘captain’ across it in bold, golden letters. “Has been for a few years now and here’s your proof.” 

But when you looked at George he wasn’t looking at the jacket at all. Instead he was staring at the variety of words and pictures covering your arms. You could see his eyes darting back and forth and quickly pulled your arm away and under the table. 

“Wait,” He reached across the table and took your hand in his, slowly turning your arm around so he could see all every single stroke of ink. You could only watch as he gently traced the designs with his free hand. 

The moment was soft, intimate in the purest way. You swore you could hear your own heart thumping louder each second that passed. It reached its peak when George placed your arm on the table in front of the two of you only to pull off the sweater he’d been wearing. It was then that the breath you were holding in left you. 

Every single ink stain on your arms was perfectly reflected on his. Now that you looked closer you wondered how you hadn’t recognized his handwriting right away, you’d spent the last few months writing back and forth after all. You’d been so focused on the drawings and the writing that you hadn’t noticed what, or rather who was right in front of you. 

“I knew it was you, you know.” 

Your laugh was light when you finally dared to look at George once more. He was looking at you with pure and utter adoration and you were positive you wore the same expression. “Did you now?” 

“I did,” George grinned as he took your hand again, more confident than he had previously been. “Remember our first year when I asked you for that foxglove? I was supposed to nick it from one of the shelves but you had your sleeves rolled up and I swore I saw the edge of the stars you had drawn earlier that day. I went to get a closer look but they were covered again.” 

“And I suppose it was the same thing in transfiguration a month ago?” You shook your head with an amused smile as you thought back to the encounter. It all seemed so obvious now.

“It was. Same thing with the quidditch match a few years ago too,” He leaned forward as if what he were about to tell you were a secret. Suddenly it was like he couldn’t let you go, not that he’d ever want to now that he’d finally found you. “What made me almost certain though was the little drawing you left on my parchment earlier. I knew I’d seen those before.” 

“Well I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve kept your eyes open unlike me apparently,” You were beaming as you glanced down at the matching pictures present on both of you. “What do we do now?” 

“I’m glad you asked,” George immediately stood, pulling you up with him. He grabbed hold of your jacket still sitting on the table and started pulling you out of the kitchens. “Now that we’ve found each other we’re going to make up for lost time.” 

“By doing what exactly?” You asked, eyebrows raised questioningly and a slight smirk on your face. 

“Head out of the gutter, love,” George laughed as the two of you walked back up the stairs still hand in hand. He looked down at you with a wild grin on his face. “We’re going on our first date if you’re up for it.” 

You agreed instantly and happily followed to wherever it was George would take you, just as you knew you always would from that moment on.

[pearl-neo]

writing log 1.

‹ last updated: 22nd of December, 2022 ›

» title: paranoia

» category: one-shot

» genre: contemporary / psychological thriller / suspense / mystery / angst

» cast: johnny⬩jaehyun⬩mark⬩reader's sister

» pairings: johnny + reader ⬩ jaehyun + reader's sister

⚘ pitch/synopsis: After a year spent living as a shut-in, you finally agree to go on a drive with your sister. When a storm steers your plan off course, you find yourselves brought closer to two charming strangers—but an unsettling tension lingers in your mind.

» warnings so far: anxiety; agoraphobia; implications of depression; ongoing feelings of helplessness and general discomfort and self-doubt; mental breakdown; minor violence; character death

» current stage: brainstorm ✓ | draft 1 ✓ | draft 2 ✓ | draft 3 ✓ | draft 4 ✓ | final edit ✓ | proofread ✓ | posted ✓

» word count update: 13,644

» cover photo? complete ✓

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⚘ thoughts & ramblings + updates:

‹ NOV 8 ›This is my first time attempting to write a fanfic, my first time working on a short story, and my first time attempting to post anything on Tumblr. I really hope I don't mess up somehow, or break any unspoken rules. ⋟﹏⋞)

‹ NOV 10 › (≈ 6k) Draft 1 complete! I'm stuck so close to the ending. Might have to brainstorm a way out of this dead end...

‹ NOV 18 › (≈ 9k) Draft 2 complete! Just changed something major that'll require me to overhaul a large portion of what I wrote. Had to kill a lot of my darlings. ಥ﹏ಥ)

‹ NOV 22 › (≈ 8k) Draft 3 complete! Okay, I know the word count is going backwards, but the changes went well, I think. It's getting fun! •̀⩊•́)

‹ DEC 1 › Draft 4 started . . .

‹ DEC 2 › At this point, I feel like I'm spending more time adding to and tweaking this blog than I am writing... ಠ‿ಠ) I even made my own png/gif headers for each of my main posts. Now that I'm done setting up everything, hopefully this will be the end of my distraction lol

I didn't put any tags on any of my posts yet, though. I'm kind of scared to, lmao... I think I'll start doing that after the story is actually ready to post, so I'm not just pointing at a blog that has nothing to offer yet. ( ˙▿˙ )

‹ DEC 8 › Today marks a full month of working on this fic! The last thing I wrote today felt like a long tangent (which I honestly have no idea whether it fits the genre or not.) But at the same time I feel like it’s relevant to the plot and character dynamics… Since I have yet to finish and proofread Draft 4 as a whole, I won’t give up hope yet that it’s salvageable. ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

‹ DEC 19 › (≈ 13k) Draft 4 complete!! I'm nervous. I genuinely don't know whether it's worth posting or not. I think I might gauge that based on the reaction of my proofreaders... Who are very much biased towards me. ʕ◉ᴥ◉ʔ

For now, I'll proofread it one last time, making some final minor edits!

‹ DEC 22 › Having someone else proofread it gave me a lot of confidence! And I didn't think of it as a mystery until two people pointed it out, so it was really helpful seeing it through a new light.

I don't know how many times I've read and reread this story, at this point lol. I think right now it's as good as I'm able to get it. I got so attached to it, and to who the characters turned out to be. I can even still imagine more scenarios of what happens after the ending.

I'm so excited for people to read it! I wonder if anyone will; The thought makes me nervous... ( 〃▽〃)

I will be posting it tomorrow! ♡

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