#i need to share the details about that actually...

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What are some things Harry didn't share with Ron and Hermione? Like he never shared what he saw in snapes memory in OotP

His treatment at the Dursleys. Like, they know some of it, but I don't think they know all of it.

He mentions offhandedly stuff about his childhood:

“Oh, this doesn’t count,” said Ron. “We’re only borrowing this. It’s Dad’s, we didn’t enchant it. But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with — ” “I told you, I didn’t — but it’ll take too long to explain now — look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won’t let me come back, and obviously I can’t magic myself out, because the Ministry’ll think that’s the second spell I’ve done in three days, so — ” “Stop gibbering,” said Ron. “We’ve come to take you home with us.”

(CoS)

He asks them for food when the Dursleys go on diet:

But Aunt Petunia didn’t know what was hidden under the loose floorboard upstairs. She had no idea that Harry was not following the diet at all. The moment he had got wind of the fact that he was expected to survive the summer on carrot sticks, Harry had sent Hedwig to his friends with pleas for help, and they had risen to the occasion magnificently. Hedwig had returned from Hermione’s house with a large box stuffed full of sugar-free snacks. (Hermione’s parents were dentists.) Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had obliged with a sack full of his own homemade rock cakes. (Harry hadn’t touched these; he had had too much experience of Hagrid’s cooking.) Mrs. Weasley, however, had sent the family owl, Errol, with an enormous fruitcake and assorted meat pies. Poor Errol, who was elderly and feeble, had needed a full five days to recover from the journey. And then on Harry’s birthday (which the Dursleys had completely ignored) he had received four superb birthday cakes, one each from Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Sirius. Harry still had two of them left, and so, looking forward to a real breakfast when he got back upstairs, he ate his grapefruit without complaint.

(GoF)

He jokes about being beat as a kid:

“You don’t seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles... All they want is an O.W.L. in Muggle Studies... ‘Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience, and a good sense of fun” “You’d need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle,” said Harry darkly. “Good sense of when to duck, more like ...”

(OotP)

But he never mentions the cupboard. He never mentions just how bad it actually was. The bits Ron and Hermione know about Harry's abuse are the lighter ones. They know about the diet, they know he was being starved, locked up, and beaten, but they don't have all the details and I think Harry never really told anyone all the details. They don't know how long harry was starved and beaten. How much. They don't know Harry spent years sleeping in the cupboard under the stairs befriending spiders. They don't know he cooked and cleaned from a young age.

So, I'd say, Harry's childhood abuse is one thing he never fully shared with anyone all the details of.

[clownyclaushoe]

art the clown x reader 🔞 | i taste blood and it's turned into an obsession series

part four | drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart

art visits reader's apartment for first time. reader rides art, with some knifeplay, minor (?) gore and brief cunniligus cause art can't get enough of reader's pussy 🥺 brief mention of cannibalism, but it doesn't actually occur, aside from some blood tasting. chapter title from howl by florence + the machine. so it seems there *might* be more chapters as i have a few ideas of what would happen next but tbh i don't know exactly where this will go 😅 except that it's likely to get darker and more twisted 👀

one | two | three

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you had fallen into a kind of domesticity with art, or as much as one could have with a murderous demon clown. though you rarely were one for conventionality, and art certainly was the most unconventional being you'd ever met. one morning you had woken to art licking away the drool from the corner of your mouth, something you'd been embarrassed of in the past, especially if you were sharing the bed with someone; all the while art's mouth was spread with his signature grin, but there was a softness to his expression that made your heart swell. he appeared like an adoring puppy, too excited not to wake their owner with loving kisses. when you had met art you recalled a similar brief vulnerability, and after getting to know him better it seemed you were the only person to make him feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

the miles county demon clown needing safety? you had snickered at the thought, bringing your hands to art's gaunt face. art looked at you curiously, wondering what was funny. he could communicate so much with just a look, by the twinkle of his eyes or the tilt of his head.

you shook your head, pulling him in for a kiss, and soon all thought was pushed aside, in exchange for wanting and needing and consuming and being consumed. the truth was you were long consumed by your feelings for art, and you had decided soon after you met that there was little you wouldn't do to make him happy.

art seemed to feel similarly, having made changes to his hideout to make your stays there more comfortable, including getting a massive bed and converting a corner into a kitchenette of sorts. he had allowed you to bring your own decorative touches to the space. something that meant a great deal when art was so particular about keeping his possessions a certain way within his own organized chaos.

tonight's plan was for you both to leave the clandestine safety of his lair for art to visit your apartment for the first time. you had wanted him to for months but never expressed it, for fear that he wouldn't be interested. a shiver of anticipation and anxiety passed through you, and suddenly you feared he would think it too mundane, too boring, too human.

you were grateful the walk to your building wasn't far, as your heartbeat intensified with each step you drew closer, so persistent you were certain art could hear it, could feel the hot pulse of blood thrumming through your heart.

art took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. you exhaled, the small but meaningful gesture making you relax a little. he held your hand until you reached the doorstep of your apartment, allowing you to unlock the door and step inside, biting back the instinct to apologize for the messiness of the space, considering he's a creature that revels in filth and his own bodily functions, as well as yours.

you watched intently as he slowly walked inside, as if taking in every detail, while tilting his head curiously. art's attention suddenly zeroed in on your kitchen, shuffling his feet quicker to reach his desired destination to stand before the knife block sitting on your counter.

unsurprisingly, he grabs the large chef's knife, his thumb tracing over the blade. he looks at you, grinning, his brows raised; he's shaking with anticipation for whatever plan he has in store for you, his chest heaving at the thought.

he suddenly steps to you, grabbing your arm and leading you in the direction of your bedroom, sitting you both on your large bed.

he kisses you, and your lips part for him, his tongue scouring inside your mouth, his large free hand moving over your body. although you'd been fucked by art for the first time only a week ago, you'd lost count of how many times you'd fornicated since - you were insatiable for each other - but no matter how many times art kissed, touched, and screwed you, everything about him made you feel weak, the feeling of being completely filled by his long, thick cock making you gasp each time.

you swooned, having to brace yourself on the bed, delicate moans and whines leaving your throat while his strong fingers pressed against the crotch of your leggings, feeling the wetness through the thin cotton, so good but not enough at the same time.

you groan his name, noticing his erection bulging obscenely, and your fingers wrap around what you could, stroking along his fully hardened cock pressing against the tight confines of his clown costume.

art's mouth forms a suprised O then a grin, wiggling his brows and you laugh, your heart shuddering in its beat. you love him more than you've ever loved anyone or anything. you'd sacrifice yourself for his happiness.

art quickly removes your clothes, practically tearing them away to reveal a lowcut black lace bodysuit. he grins, trailing his hand over the soft material, to stop at your hip.

"i wanted tonight to be special, baby."

art nods, wagging his finger enthusiastically as if reminded of something. he takes off his hat and clown cowl, something he rarely ever did, whatever he has planned must be something significant. he moves to lie on the bed, offering you the knife, taking hold of your hand to guide the blade up to press at his neck, a gleeful twinkle in his eyes.

"fuck, i wanna ride you, baby." you exhale out. it was always one of your favorite positions, and the previous time you'd done it with art on the dirty concrete floor of his lair, he seemed just as partial to it. "do you want that?" your fingers tease over his cock, touch now much gentler. art tilted his head, raising his brows and widening his eyes, gaze moving over your body. "take off your costume."

art shook his head, emphatically shaking your hand still gripping the knife.

you take the knife, shifting down to straddle art's thighs, and cut the fabric at the crotch, careful not to nick his cock. though you know art would love if you rode his bleeding dick.

once his erection is free, you slap it few times. art gapes as he looks up at you, obviously loving the slight abuse on his painfully hard cock.

"your big, fat, dumb clown cock wants my sweet pussy to milk every drop of cum, hmm?" you slap it a little harder. "answer me."

art licks his lips, his dark eyes twinkling in the dim light of the room. he leans up from to bed, taking hold of your hips to drag you over his cock, hoping you'd take the hint now. his jaw drops as the full weight of you presses down on him. you move your hips forward and back as much as his strong hold on your hips will allow. you pause to pull the fabric aside, your bare wet pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock.

after a few ministrations, art looks up at you indignantly, and you finally decide to put both of you out of your misery. you grab his dick, stroking a few times before lowering yourself onto it, the stretch of him filling you a shock to your senses, already sending sparks of pleasure throughout you.

you brace yourself on art's chest as you pause momentarily with him fully inside you, brokenly moaning his name. art insistently points at the knife still in your other hand, and you remember art's silence request earlier. you press the blade at his throat as you start to move, careful not to press too close, and you have to remind yourself he's immortal, impervious to injury. even after witnessing a handful of would-be fatal injuries to art that healed on their own, you had insisted on tending to and dressing his wounds, emblematic of your nurturing side.

art was amused you'd go to the trouble, and you explained that people do acts like this to show they care, stopping yourself from calling it an act of love.

though you liked rough and kinky sex, sometimes venturing to light bdsm, it had never crossed over into knifeplay, and you never would've considered doing this with previous boyfriends or hookups - you would've been too worried it would go wrong.

art sensed your hesitation, leaning slightly against the blade until it cut the skin, a gash of red staining the steel. art's mouth parts with a silent moan, and your pussy throbs at the sight of art's pleasure.

he grips your hips to help you bounce on his cock, all the while you keep the knife at art's neck, one time your hand slipping and slicing so deep that blood trickles from the wound, staining your black silk sheets even darker. at that, art grins up at you, his cock throbbing even harder inside you, as if the blood pulsing in his cock mirrors the blood quickly pumping from his wound - intensified by it even - so that you could feel the vibrations all through your pussy, against your pulsing clit. you nearly scream at the sudden pleasure this creature is giving you, beyond anything you've ever felt.

art pulls the lace barely covering your tits aside, the instant they are bare, his hands are cupping and squeezing them together. you continued bouncing on his dick, slamming down with such force the metal bedframe bangs against the wall. you couldn't care less if your neighbors complain about the noise, not when you're about to have the most earth-shaking, back-breaking orgasm of your life.

you come, squirting on art's cock, your hand jerks with the sudden blunt force, gouging out a chunk of skin from his throat, and the blood comes quicker, some of it spurting hotly on your hand as he suddenly comes inside you. you moan in ecstasy at the heat of his cum once again filling you, knowing you had pleasured him adding to your own bliss.

the knife slipped from your grip, falling into the pillow beside art's head, before sliding onto the sheets. you arched your back, baring down completely, riding out your climax. art wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head up to latch his mouth on your tits, suckling and nibbling both at your nipples, in turn.

when you both come down from your respective highs, you climb off of art, lying beside him. he doesn't spare a moment before shifting down to settle between your legs, bringing his hand to his neck, gathering blood on his fingertips. you'd expected he'd fingerfuck you with the bloodied digits, but they trace along the skin of your lower torso, writing "ART WAS HERE", as if claiming you, but he'd already claimed you before he'd even touched you.

he smirks up at you from between your thighs, and you swear you're getting wet again at the sight; at a loss for how this filthy, demented clown could be so damn hot.

his cum is leaking out of you, and you dazedly think of how you've never used condoms with art, though it would've been futile with his already large cock's seeming ability to grow to a near monstrous size. perhaps another instance of his supernatural capabilities.

you remembered the first time art fucked you, and how you had begged him to breed you with his demon-baby, wondering if it were even possible to create a human demon hybrid baby, a living embodiment of your love. you'd never had genuine interest in having kids, but your heart swells at the thought of art knocking you up, of claiming your womb.

art leans in and nibbles on your pussy lips, hard enough to send a spark through you, but gently enough not to pierce the skin. he presses closer, noisily licking and sucking your mixed cum away from your pussy, wet smearing all over his nose, mouth and chin; hungry and ravenous in a way that only seems to happen when he's eating your cunt.

the thought of art literally eating your pussy enters your mind, aware of his cannibalistic urges - the idea of offering part of yourself to him in that way makes your gut twist, turning you on almost as much as his tongue now plunging into your pussy.

"ohh, art," you whimper softly. he strokes his dick, jerking off quickly as he continues to eat you out, and when he's close he sits back on his haunches. his face contorting as he comes on your stomach, cum splattering and mixing with the blood traced there.

you grip the pillow as you come again, so drained, but so very satisfied. at takes you a few moments to realize there's blood on your fingers - you're bleeding - you must've nicked them on the knife still lying somewhere amongst the pillows. you offer your hand to art, and grins wide-mouthed, grabbing it at the wrist, bringing it up to taste your blood, sucking at your fingers. your pulse quickens in the way that doing something you shouldn't could only provide.

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plesse like, reblog and/or comment, i'd really appreciate it. hope you enjoyed!

© angeljeonjkk 2024

[genderqueerdykes]

Won't go into details about my variation, but I'm an AFAB intersex, and in the past few years my body has grown very sensitive to testosterone (it didn't really show before, but suddenly got triggered after high school for some reason, as if I'd gotten a second puberty despite not taking HRT) and I now have a lot of body hair among other things

It has also led me to now start balding at just 23. I'll just see how I feel about it as it goes, but are there any physical concerns to losing your hair? Like skin stuff?

Sorry if my wording is confusing, English isn't my native language

that's a good question, i actually don't know too much about the process of losing hair, itself, and what kinds of impacts that may have on skin health. i do know that this means that you do need to be careful about being out in the sun for long periods of time, because sunburns on your scalp are now something you can possibly face

that's very interesting that you're going through those changes. that's pretty cool that you're trying to just vibe and roll with the hair loss! a lot of people become very distraught over it, i admire your chill attitude! if anyone else who is balding or has gone bald that would like to share info for this anon, please feel free to, i would love to learn more. so far i've only seen my hairline get pushed back maybe an inch at most, so this is not something i'm dealing with at the moment.

hope we can get some information for you!

[quibbs126]

So I also ended up making this this afternoon

So basically the story behind this is that I decided “eh screw it, I said I’d try making that megop kid idea, might as well try making some helm designs to start out with”. And I made a bit of one for TF One, though specifically inspired by their cogless designs since I’ve drawn them a fair bit

But then it dawned on me that outside of TF One, I haven’t actually drawn that many Megatron and Optimus designs. Like I drew Animated Optimus like a couple times when I was starting out, but that’s it. And also the idea itself doesn’t really work with TF One, since as it stands the war hasn’t technically even broke out yet. It works far more in a series where it’s actually been happening

So I figured, I should start at the basics and get myself some practice on g1 Megatron and Optimus, since you know, they’re the classic designs

Also side note on g1 that isn’t really related but I wanted to add in anyways, today I got the complete set of the g1 cartoon (minus the movie but that’s okay). It was a Christmas present that was supposed to come earlier but finally came in today. And I learned my PS4 can play Blu-Rays (which really shouldn’t be a surprise, I’m aware that’s what made the PS2 sell so well, but I didn’t realize they kept doing it), so that means I am now able to watch g1 on an actual TV, legally, with presumably higher quality, and possibly even subtitles

So you know, I’m doing pretty good right now. I’m glad my dad is supporting my Transformers fixation and the fact that I’m insisting on using a DVD player (for the movies at the library, but still), which means actual DVDs

Anyways, side tangent aside, back to the drawings

I think they turned out fairly decent, they don’t really bother me. I do kind of wish I added shading/lighting so the drawings weren’t so flat, but regardless

Admittedly I think I do need to work on actually doing poses and things with these designs, I’m doing a whole lot of nothing with them right now. I need to pose those cubes

Also there’s some colors shared between the two. I don’t know if this is something actually done in the show, and maybe it makes the colors look inaccurate, but I think it’s neat to use the same colors elsewhere

Now on to random things about the characters’ designs I just wanted to mention

First off, this isn’t really a character design thing, but these were the pictures I used for references, outside of some concept art I have for full body basic anatomy (getting screenshots from the show is my preferred form of reference), and I gotta say, it took a fair bit longer to find a picture online with a proper look at Optimus’ head than Megatron’s

Like it didn’t take that long, like 1-2 minutes, but I just noticed how a lot of screenshots don’t really focus on his face, unlike Megatron. I assume because in g1, he doesn’t really have much of one, given his mask covers half of it

Also while Megatron’s helm itself is relatively basic looking and doesn’t really have a lot going on, the rest of his face has got a fair amount of details

Like he’s got defined cheek bone lines (I think), but he’s also one of the few (again I think) characters to have the shadow around his eyes that becomes more common later on

Then there’s also that whatever he’s got going on above his eyes. I’d say it’s eyebrows but I don’t think that’s what it’s supposed to be, given these characters don’t really have those yet

I saw someone, aka the person who makes Transformers Until One, granatu888 (idk if I should tag them here or not), turn the thing into a battle mask that drops down onto his face, and frankly I think that’s really cool, and that’s what I now choose to believe it is. Hasbro, make that what it is

Anyways, moving on. I don’t really have a lot to say on Optimus other than his helm being a lot more simplistic in its shapes than I’m used to, as well as very triangular. Like compared to TF One Optimus, who’s got a lot of details going on, his is super simple. I also didn’t make his antenna full triangles going down because I thought it looked weird, now they’re more like TFA Optimus

Also one last thing, but I swear the way I drew him looks just like that how one artist does, the one who draws Sparkplug (sorry, unlike the last mention I don’t actually remember the artist’s name, probably because I don’t follow them. Which tbh I should probably rectify, I like their Sparkplug stuff). Sorry it was just something I noticed afterwards and can’t unsee it. This also applies specifically to the face, they draw the actual rest character much better than me

Anyways, back to Megatron. Random thing, but he’s got a whole control panel on his torso. I’ve known he has it, because he has it in TF One, but why does he have it?

This kind of goes hand in hand, but random other thought I had today that connects, his design in general is a bit off compared to other characters because in g1, he doesn’t transform into a vehicle, he turns into a gun. Like that’s not to say he looks out of place (I mean I still think his helmet looks weird), but like, he doesn’t have a lot of kibble because of it. Like he’s one of the characters with no glass on his body because guns don’t have glass

Also does he have two guns? One on his shoulder, another on his back? I don’t know, I’m only now realizing that. They probably combine together when he transforms. Also I think his fusion cannon is just supposed to be his scope in gun mode, which ironically I’m pretty sure aren’t actually involved with the damage part of shooting. I don’t know, random observation

And uh, I think that’s it. It was mostly just random design details, and honestly not as many as I was expecting. I didn’t really have much to say on the art itself, mostly since it was just me trying to draw the g1 designs

But yeah, it was neat, I think I have a better understanding of their general designs, at least here. Now to actually use them in any way

[non-bird-nary]

Happy Holidays! i bring you some terrariam pocky as a gift! and some more details about the lore of this piece under the read more <3

ok so. i originally made this for pocky day but i was then informed by my lovely friend @luxu-loveskh that terra is actually shorter than marluxia/lauriam... so i had to reconfigure the pose, which was a bit of a nightmare. BUT!!! TODAY I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO REDRAWING IT!!!!

a little fun fact, this drawing is actually a bit bigger than the original doodle because i got really hung up on a specific detail and needed to make the whole thing bigger.

and not gonna lie, i'm still proud of the older piece. so instead of allowing it to rot unseen by the internet on a USB stick, i'll share it here as well. have a lovely rest of your year and stay safe!! <3

(and yes i know that the older version is unwatermarked, but i trust you guys to be good little noodles about it. i'm too lazy to go back and export a separate version of this.)

[wildflowercryptid]

i haven't focused on florian & lacey's friendship nearly enough, i think they're very fun together. i just know they end up having in-depth discussions about what exactly makes a pokémon " cute. "

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

underrated garashir scene is when Garak makes THIS gesture right in Julian's face

[hoofpeet]

Are you safe?

yah 👍 tl;dr our NOW-ex landlord harassed us for 7 months after trying and failing to run a rental scam. We had an eviction hearing this morning and literally 5 minutes after leaving the courthouse our now-CURRENT landlord sent us a lease to sign and agreed to let us move in this weekend. So yeah a lot of shit happened but 👍

[icebluecyanide]

I saw people talking about that scene where Yassen shot Max as a huge betrayal of Alex and it's kinda funny to me like yeah he involved Alex in a murder but also I cannot emphasise enough that Alex decided to join a criminal organisation. People have been telling him he'll need to kill for days now, Alex has watched them kill multiple people already, I get that it sucks for him but you cannot team up with a known killer and be that shocked when actually his secret extra mission was to kill

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[nyquilfishtank]

listen i TRY to be normal about shows but i can't help but begin to write a half-analysis on human passion and how it drives people to community and isolation through the lens of characters who are barely mentioned in the show at all and the view they have of their major character siblings

[saltynsassy31]

Oh my god it is actually staring to hurt how little there is for greyghost 😭😭😭

Ao3 has over 200 fics of them, I read almost all of them already (some twice) except the ones I can't physically stomach, I went to fanfic.net cuz I thought "Hey, that place existed before Ao3, should be more, right?"

WRONG!

Seems like Greyghost is a recent phenomenon or something cuz fanfic net had only 33 fanfics in total, most actually being recently and already reuploaded to Ao3 and I've already read them too

Unless I fucked something up in the filters cuz fanfic still kinda trips me out a little gkdksja

I so wish this ship had more attention and love tbh 😔 and I barely got time in my hands to contribute, I wrote like one fic and that's it, I gotta revisit my DP lore cuz man some thing I do not remember happening gkskska

[byanyan]

oops, got myself thinking again about byan having a little hoard of weird and random trinkets and shiny things hidden away under their bed in the same way that some cats have collections of bottle caps under furniture.

like, none of it is particularly meaningful and they don't wear any of the jewelry that's under there, but they like to pull it all out once in a while to look at and are always adding more

[wreckedhoney]

uuuug every so often i see writing tips passed around and i want to make a post but i can't find the right words to convey "aaaauuggh don't do what The r/se of sk/walk3r did"

(long tags warning bc i haven't learned how not to type like i'm not popping off yet)

[puphoods]

i know i say this about everything all the time but i really do need to like sit down and figure out how to properly worldbuild and develop actual settings bc its the thing i get most exited about tbhh... i need a journal or something

[altruistic-meme]

unfortunately normal behavior for me (planning out a bunch of backstory that will probably not even show up in the fic)