#incredibly cheap hehehe

[furaill]

Made a little Reo keychain >:3

[wasitforrevenge]

new romantics

pairing: MODERN AU!college azriel x female reader

warnings: may be some triggering content including tampon is a douchbag at a party, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity but nothing major, smut books mentioned (hehehe) a fight occurs but can you blame him? he’s just defending your honor ugh, two idiots in love who want nothing but each other and can’t admit it, no use of y/n, imagine her as you, because it is YOU! half editted… ill get to it later i promise

word count: 4.5k

summary: your new study partner is better than you first realize… and now you can’t stop thinking about him, but he can’t stop thinking of you either.

authors note: hi first time writing for acotor! been a fan of these books for a while and my baby azriel does something to me!!! so here’s something i spent the night writing it was 10 different things before it was this lol! pls like, reblog and comment! thank you everyone for reading! photo credit to pinterest, and please i strive to do better so any thoughts pls free feel to let me know! thank you for the support! this is the first time i’ve had the energy to write in months so pls dont go too hard

you met azriel in a greek mythology lecture that you both ended up in during the second semester of your sophomore year. getting partnered with an incredibly built and handsome man for a history report your teacher assigned was the least of your problems when you realized how fucking kind and beautiful azriel is on the inside and out.

the real problem came when you realized how hard you were falling for this man when you started hanging out casually, hitting the coffee stand before class or getting food after a long day. you learned so much about him in a matter of months and couldn’t get him out of your head.

you never spoke existence to your feelings for him, mainly because you didn’t want to ruin a very good potential friendship but partly because you didn’t think you were good enough for someone like him. you’ve heard little whispers about his other… activities and you couldn’t help the way it made you feel.

at the start of your junior year, you and azriel were practically best friends and it just felt so natural. the way you two were together. the way your conversations flowed and the way the silence was never deafening when you were together. you spent time cuddling on the couch in your living room watching movies and rating tv shows and going to visit parks around town and getting high as fuck. once time you had even gone crazy and took some acid and spent hours at the aquarium watching all the fish. you studied for classes together, the one you shared and the ones you both took on your own.

you and azriel were always testing out new recipes in his large kitchen. its wonderful that he lives alone. alone as in by himself but you cannot glance over the fact that the rhysand and feyre along with cassian and nesta live on the same floor of this apartment building close to campus. you luckly only live 2 floors down, a thing you realized when you managed to see him in the elevator about a week or two after you first started studying together.

you were debating all summer about confessing your feelings to him but could not gather the courage to bring yourself to admit it to him and face rejection. you couldn’t mess up the relationship between you already. he was your best friend and you really didn’t have too many besides him. you’ve met his family and have spend a lot of time with them, they’re all practically adopted you at the point, they welcomed you with smiles and open arms (besides amren but they told you she’s always like that.)

but a couple weeks into the semester, you and nesta were standing in a kitchen of a person you don’t know debating on what shitty cheap alcohol you’ll be indulging in tonight. it was the first big back to school party and it was still hot as hell out so you were dressed in dark denim shorts and nice tank top along with your black converse.

you and nesta instantly clicked when you met. bonding over smutty books and all the tv shows you managed to watch. she’s felt like your first real girl-friend ever, you guys got some comfortable together and every time you guys hung out, it felt like no time had passed. it was refreshing to have someone to talk to. she also happens to be the only one who knows about the feelings you harbor for your other best friend.

as you’re about to pour the tequila into your red solo cup, you hear someone call nesta’s name and she tells you she’ll be right back before scurrying off to whichever of her friends was calling her. leaving you there alone not knowing anyone at the party, nesta told you the rest of the group was going to meet you there but you have yet to see any of them as you turn your head around the room.

as you fill your cup and turn to put the bottle back down on the counter, you feel a hand glide around your waist and are suddenly aware of a man extremely too close your liking. “hey baby” he said as he slurred his words, clearly intoxicated, by the way he looked and smelled. it sent more warnings through your head even after he grabbed you like that. you had to leave, this couldn’t happen. thoughts are rushing through your head. you move your hand to push his arm off you as you turn around to be face to face with a tall blonde with long hair.

“what was that for?” he drags out as he tried to put his hand back on you. you instantly tried to move towards the way nesta went and told him, “please get off!” but he was too fast and held your upper arm in a death grip before he tugged you closer to his chest, his other hand back on your waist like the first time he did it. your eyes close in fear as he leans down to whisper something in your ear, but he’s gone in an instant.

it all happened so fast. all you see is a large, muscular, tattooed arm flying in front of you, hitting the man who was on you just seconds ago. you watched shocked as you finally lock in to the situation before you.

azriel beating the shit out of the man who had just laid his hands on you.

azriel swung his fist again towards him, hitting him square in the jaw, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he screamed at him, having another punch already landing with his other fist.

the man doesn’t respond before he swings back at azriel and managed to get a decent swing in, the hit landed to his lip but azriel doesn’t move at all. he’s standing still in the spot, continuing to tower over him.

azriel shoved the man back into the counter and landed a powerful hook right to his nose simultaneously. he cried out as it made contact, “fuck dude c’mon,” he reached up to grab it, blood pouring from his broken nose and busted lip. he steps closer as he removes his hand looking at the red liquid that has held onto his skin, ready to defend himself against the beautiful man that your eyes cannot stray from.

but azriel is faster and before he could even blink, managed to grab a hold of his shirt and pull him up to where his toes barely touched the floor. his hands fall at his sides and his eyes widen in fear as azriel gets closer to his face, leaning down to whisper something in his ear that you can’t hear over the loud music, people partying and the screaming and crying in your heart as you watched this all unfold.

suddenly azriel is tossing the man back into the counter and he barely managed to grab it and hold on, azriel suddenly grows larger, as if he could get any bigger, and leans to spit out the blood that had collected in his mouth behind him. and suddenly your attention is focused on the warmth now englufing your wrist. your eyes immediately register the sight of him standing in front of you, this was warm and right, his hands on you. it just felt so right.

his other hand reached out and gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze. the way the sense of safety coursed through you with his simple touch just confirmed, yet again, that this was going to be so hard for you to tell him.

“hey baby…” he spoke softly, his eyes darted between both yours. his attention solely on you. he let his finger rub against your cheek as he finished, “are you okay?” you can’t help the feeling the shoots through you at the use of the pet name and the look of shock that painted your face. not knowing if it came from, whether it was from what unfolded in front of you at this party or the fact he still holding your face and talking to you like this, so sweetly.

you blinked a couple times and the realization hit you that you’ve just been standing there, staring into his beautiful eyes. not paying attention to the group of people that crowded around as the fight was happening or the looks you guys are getting from other party goers that still surrounded you. the only thing you can stand to focus on his gaze.

azriel.

“i don’t know,” you almost whisper towards him, feeling his warmth covering you both. before you can talk again, he moves his scarred hand from your wrist, you feel almost… empty at the loss of contact but that doesn’t last long as he slipped his hand into yours and intertwined his fingers with yours as he guided you towards the front door.

you passed by so many people, you tried not to pay attention to all the looks you were getting. girls stared as they realized it wasn’t themselves in azriel’s grasp, but you. it was your hand he was holding. your heart beat at just the thought of it, your nerves were already shot as the events unfolded not even 10 minutes ago and this did not help one bit.

your eyes manage to catch nesta’s in the crowd, her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her, azriel holding your hand and leading you out of the party. oblivious to what actually happened to cause this, she gave you a huge smile and two thumbs up. you cant help but silently chuckle at your friend despite the other overwhelming feelings you have. you’ll explain the situation later when you text her but you were sure eventually she’d hear what happened.

he leads you out the front door and looks back at you with a small smile as you trail behind him. he walked you over, without a word and hands still intertwined and you finally notice your next to his old beat up mustang on the side of the street, the one that smells like him and the faint smell of weed that always lingers regardless of the last time he smoked in there.

he opened the car door for you and you released your hand from his and got into the passengers seat. once you were in, he reached over and buckled your seatbelt for you, giving it a tug to make sure it was connected before smiling down at you from outside the car. he shut the door satisfied and walked around the back of the car to open his own door and sat inside.

the silence is comfortable. it always has been, you pray that sometimes it’s awkward or uncomfortable but it never is. you sit in your seat, eyes staring down towards the hand he had been holding, almost in disbelief, that he defended you like that. you’ve never seen azriel angry like that either. he turns to face you, wanting you to meet his eyes.

azriel walked in the front door of the party, after having a pretty day. the customers at the restaurant he works truly sucked today. small tips and even shittier people. all he wanted to do was smoke off some steam and get drunk with cassian and rhys. he knew you were going to be here. cassian mentioned it in passing while talking about nesta so he was also on the look out for you. the girl who managed to catch his heart after having been partnered together. azriel couldn’t help the way he felt about you even though it almost felt wrong to him.

he didn’t want to take advantage of you, he knew you were shy and never really been in a relationship. he found that out when he walked into the kitchen of cassian and nesta’s apartment, and overheard nesta telling cass all about you after her and you hung out for the first time outside the group. so he just tried to ignore his feelings but regardless of that fact you were his bestfriend. he just couldn’t escape you.

and when he walked into that kitchen to see tamlin standing over you, your arm tight in his grip, the way your eyes were slammed shut trying to back away from him. he didn’t even think. he was there pulling him off you before he could even recognize what he was doing. throwing punches left and right towards the man who dared touched you. he barely even registered the hit he managed on no one but him can put his hands on you. he’s had that thought before but never brought life to it, but here? now?

all thoughts of guilt for feeling that way vanished. there was no way he was letting anyone touch you. but him. that’s all he wanted. he wanted you in a way he didn’t think was reciprocated. love was a funny thing to him, something he was never accustomed to until after he met rhysand and cassian.

his family never showed it, he lives with the constant knowledge of that every time he looks down at his hands. he thought about the way you never judged him of them, like it was nothing at all to you but that was everything to him.

the one sided crush he harbored on mor for a couple years was nothing in comparison to the way he felt about you. his few flings he had over the past couple years (after he realized it was pointless liking mor, also… because she slept with cassian) were mildly of convince and of urge but once he met you, he knew he was a goner.

he stopped the girls. the stopped the meaningless flirting and hooks up and took to just pleasuring himself to the thought as you, as shitty as it made him felt after. sometimes he just couldn’t look you in the eye the next time he saw you but you never said anything. you never commented on it and he silently thanked you in his head.

but right now, after he pulled you out of the party, scarred hand in yours, he needed you to look him in the eyes. but you still hadn’t and he couldn’t just keep staring at the face of the beautiful woman in front of him while it was coated with anxiety and exhaustion.

azriel lifted his distorted hand to your face meeting the soft warm skin that was your own. he gently brought your face to meet his gaze and as you locked eyes, the spark hit you yet again.

gods he was breathtaking. dark hair that covered to above his ears, the eyes that seemed to stare into yours every single time they met, the tattoos that covered him and his golden brown skin that you swore shined outright during different points in the day. your heart cannot handle this man.

“please,” he practically whispered you barely even registered that he said it before he continued, “are you okay, what can i do?” the sound in his voice felt desperate as his eyes bore into yours, the feel of his hand on her face, you couldn’t help but lean into his grasp and close your eyes, taking in the feel of him. you responded a moment later after letting out a sigh and looking at him again.

“can we just go home? i just want to sleep” you asked him with a pleading tone as you feel his thumb rub against your cheek for the second time that night. ugh the things this man does to you. all you wanted was for him to hold you, to feel the press of his body against yours. anything to get the feeling of someone else off you. “yeah baby, we can.” he said gently before he moved his hand down to yours and gave you a light squeeze before he turned the car on and shifted into gear, pulling off in the direction of home.

once you arrived back to the apartment building, he parked in the lot next to the front door and moved around the car to open your door, he gave you his hand as you stepped out. he went to put his hand at your lower back as he opened the door for you but decided against just in case that was a lot for you right now. he did not want to make it worse. he could see the fear in your eyes back there, no way would he subject you to that if you weren’t comfortable with it. so instead he just followed behind you, hitting the button to the elevator to take you up to your floor.

the elevator luckily isn’t taking forever today so when it opens, you and azriel step in and he goes to hit the floor for your apartment but your hand reaches out and stops him. “can we go to yours please?” your head moves up to meet his gaze but his eyes are focused on where your hand is on his wrist. a second later his eyes meet yours and he gives you a small nod and hits the button for the fifth floor. you remove your hand and lean against the wall right next to him, his hand reaches out and entangles his bumpy fingers with yours.

“is this okay?��� he asks you. you can barely hold it in after that, the tears finally fall. he feels the sudden change in your body as he moves closer to you but removing his hand from yours in fear that you didn’t want to touch him. but in reality that’s all you want. you want him to touch you. you want him to love you. you want everything with him. its all just so overwhelming, everything that has happened.

he goes to speak but before he can get a word out, your body is on his engulfing him in a hug around his long torso, he instantly wraps his arms around your smaller frame. he can feel your body shake with tears and all he wants to do is make sure that no one ever makes you feel like this again. you deserve so much better, he only wishes he could be better for you too. you squeeze him tighter and he just holds you until the elevator door opens and you pull away from him. mascara and tears running down your face, you can see it on his shirt. he smiles at you before he pulls his hands to your face and wipes your cheeks off with his rough yet soft hands.

you cant help the laugh that escapes you as he wipes his hands on the t-shirt staining it even more with the leftover residue on your face. he gives you a chuckle before connected your hands yet again, walking with you out of the elevator to his one bedroom apartment. he fishes in his pocket with his other hand and pulls out his keys. he unlocked the door and held it open for you to walk in.

your senses are taken over by the smell of him. the smell of his candle lingered from the coffee table covered with textbooks in the large living room, he has a basket of blankets he keeps in the corner because he knows you get cold watching tv. he has a big L shaped couch which had a 60 inch tv across the room, with a boatload of dvds underneath. something you both agreed was a dying art. you and azriel swear physical media will make a comeback one day but you guys will never forget how they ruined it!

his space was a lot bigger since you have a two bedroom apartment. but it was perfect for him. azriel had loved the way he made his space his own, his bass guitars set up in the corner next to his collection of vinyl records and a record player that rhys and cassian got him when he turned 21… as well as a shit ton of booze. he had a bookshelf that held his favorites, as well as your own.

he bought a copy of almost every book you talked about so that he was in the loop with what you were reading. even the ones you didn’t talk about that he caught on your nightstand or in your reading nook. when he bought one of those and read it, his jaw dropped. he immediately thought of nesta and her smutty books but this sent something else though his body. he couldn’t help but keep reading… he wondered if you thought about him while reading these scenes of them ravishing each other, in every way imaginable. he sure did! his right hand hates him!

and you definitely did to… thought about him in ways that you shouldn’t. thinking about him doing all those things to you. the way you knew he would take care of you. the way you knew you could take care of him, despite how inexperienced you are. the thoughts drove you crazy. it was practically all day and every day at this point. thinking about the way his hands would feel running up your thighs or the way his lips would feel on yours.

now here you are, standing in his living room, just wanting all that and little did you know… he did too.

“hey az…” you uttered towards him. he was already next to you as you spoke, “can we lay down please?” your voice was barely a whisper.

he didn’t even need to speak, he just brought you to his room. he lead you to sit on the corner of the bed as he turned and riffled through his dresser, pulling out a large dark green shirt and handing it to you with a smile, “change into this, i’ll be right back.”

“can i take a shower?” you asked azriel shyly. “yes of course, one sec.” you watched as he walked out the room and shut the door behind him. you took your shoes off and placed them by the bedroom door next to azriel’s shoes. he came back in a second later with a fresh towel and a water bottle.

“here you go, you already know where the shower is,” he says with a small chuckle. you give him a grateful smile and a thank you as you took the items from his hands and gave him one last look before heading into his connecting bathroom.

you turned on the hot water and you stripped out of your clothes and threw them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the bathroom. you got in the shower and felt instantly better. the way the water followed hot you could feel the touch of the man from the party washing away, only to be replaced with thoughts of azriel touching you instead. you reviled in it.

you washed your hair and body with his shampoo, conditioner and body wash. silently thanking him for not using 3-in-1 (nesta found out that’s what cassian used and flipped shit) you finished your shower and dried off with the towel he gave you.

you put on his t-shirt that made its way down to your mid thigh when it was on completely. you loved when you were covered in him. you walked back out into the room and didn’t see azriel so you took your seat at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to come back. you sat there and picked at your nails, feeling so wore out you didn’t even want to cry anymore.

azriel came in two minutes later, dressed him long flannel pajama pants and you can see the band of his underwear peeking out as he gets closer to you. he changed after you went into the bathroom, and then went to the kitchen to make sure he was stocked up on the tea you liked and the snacks you guys enjoy together, just in case you got hungry.

he ran around his living room and cleaned random odds and ends. putting dishes in the sink, folding the blankets thrown on the couch and organizing his cd collection. anything to busy himself instead of thinking of you in his shower. anything to get his mind off the amazing woman just in the other room. he hears the shower turn off and waited a few more moments before heading back into the room.

he moved the covers down to make room for you as he said, “after you princess,” with a smile on his face. you returned it and stood up to make your way to the bed but not before turning to hug him again. his arms wrapped around you as you mumbled “thank you azriel,” into his chest. you hold on for a few moments before releasing him. he looks at you before motioning to the bed, “i would do anything for you, you know that.” you felt your cheeks grow red at the thought, at the knowledge that he would.

you climb into the bed and laid your head on the pillow, turning to look at azriel, you wondered why he was still standing. “az are you coming?” you said bashfully. he blinked and bent down to the bed to be eye level with you. “i’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight.” you could feel the way your face dropped in disappointment as you registered what he said. he saw it too and felt it deep in his chest.

he stood up and was about to say goodnight but you beat him to it, “azriel please i need you.”

you could feel how desperate you sounded but you didn’t care. you just needed him. next to you right now. he said nothing else as he moved the blankets again, but this time he was under them. he didn’t hesitate to pull you into his chest, your hand found it’s way over his fast beating heart and his tattooed arm wrapping around you. the warmth and scent of him took over everything in your body. you finally felt safe. your legs tangled together as you eventually fell asleep to the rise and fall of his chest.

“i need you too.” he said to a room with no one awake but him to hear.

part 2??? i would love to write one! let me know what you think! i’d love to keep writing for acotor so yay! pls enjoy :) i’m on the edge of my seat writing this hehe

[transingthoseformers]

Ouughh egg....

Thinking about the mechs that lay their eggs in cars... I feel this would imply that there is still a process to impregnate the carrier first. Once they get knocked up then the eggs develop in their gestation tank. But, as a certain point, the eggs get too large and need some kind of nest before they can fully mature and hatch. And for grounders they find that human cars are perfect. They provide a convenient safe shell for their sparklings to nest in and are easily filled with fuel/energon. Plus they get to frag the sexy car to put their eggs in hdjshjd

Fliers might have a slightly different preference? Maybe they'd prefer to build a nest at a greater altitude. Seems safer. Fliers with smaller frames especially (like think tfp starscream) would need a nest as their frames wouldn't support the eggs for long. Larger flight frames may keep the eggs for longer and have then laid only when almost ready to hatch. So those may not really need a nest. Maybe they find human planes sexy too heheh (don't ask the air force nor the airlines how much eggs in their planes cost them yearly cos its an obscene amount. Each aircraft is so expensive)

Exactly how I think the eggs work, there's a point when they need to continue developing outside of the body

Plus you can get some really shitty cars for some relatively cheap prices (after all, they don't need to actually drive in order to be a good incubator)

I'm just imagining poor Jetfire all full of Starscream's eggs realizing he might actually need a nest, and feeling sooo so guilty about fucking eggs into a large jet he "borrowed" (I mean, he will give it back after the eggs hatch) (can't promise they'll want it back after that though)

I feel like this is a continuity where the bots have been around for a decent bit if the air force and airlines are getting used to it

What do humans do when they their airplane is suffering from Cybertronian eggs?

I feel like peace has already hit or they're in a lull in the war

Are the bots officially out or are they still robots in disguise?

I'm imagining Optimus apologizing profusely every time he finds out someone laid eggs in a human owned vehicle, and it's incredibly obvious this is an embarrassing topic for him

Gdhdfh imagine it's like tfa and Optimus is just Some Guy who tumbled into being in charge of the autobots who are on earth

[octuscle]

I went to my high school reunion and was reminded of how so many of these guys were the big cocky jocks. I wish I could go back and be a huge cocky teenage jock like they were.

It's 11:00 a.m. and the principle of your former high school is giving an incredibly boring speech on the occasion of the farewell ceremony for the current graduating class. And to the alumni who are celebrating the tenth anniversary of their graduation this year. So here's to you and your former classmates.

You let your gaze wander through the auditorium. Some of your classmates are still as hot as they were ten years ago. Others have let themselves go a little. Unfortunately, you are one of them. Yes, your expensive suit hides a lot. But you can't deny that you are even fatter and untrained than you were ten years ago.

Fuck, now this year's seniors are coming on stage to collect their diplomas. Did they spend all of high school in the gym. Your cock produces precum in greater quantity as you watch the studs pass by on stage. What would you give to get your diploma again.

After an hour, the ceremony is over. There is a reception for the graduates and the jubilarians. Actually, you shouldn't be here. It's only been nine years since you graduated. But there must have been a mistake with the invitations. And hey, some of the guys who had left high school a year before you were really hot, with some of them you had a flirt or a one night stand or two. Fortunately, no one asks you why you are here today. Basically, every alumni is allowed to come to the ceremony. And at least you receive a few compliments. Hehehe, the last year at the gym seems to be paying off. But it's about time, you weren't exactly sporty for long enough.

After an hour it starts to get boring. You haven't been to your hometown for ages. You drive to the mall and stroll through the shops. You were actually unsure whether you should go to the prom tonight. But somehow you would like to. Finally an occasion to buy a dinner jacket. Most of the shops look too expensive for you. Or nothing fits you. But it's 4 p.m. when you stand in front of the mirror of a plus-size men's clothing store. You've been lifting iron for five years. Every free minute. And it shows. And that makes buying suits really difficult. But you look fantastic in that dinner jacket. And luckily it's reasonably cheap. You're just out of college, so your money's not that loose yet. But now just one more coffee and then back home. You promised your parents to have dinner with them before you go to the ball.

Your parents are happy when you ring the doorbell at 6 pm. After the summer, you start your senior year at college. Your mother is already complaining that she won't see you again. And why you still don't have a boyfriend. And whether you would like to adopt children. After all, they want to have grandchildren. You smile and praise her cooking.

Around 20:00, dinner is over. Your father retires to the television with a cigar. Your mother tidies up the kitchen. And you go into the garage to the gym of your father and yourself. Before you go out today, you want to pump up your muscles. Some of your mates want to go to your high school prom later. You are glad that you finally closed this chapter a year ago. For the right training effect, you give yourself another shot. Since you started using anabolic steroids. you've become a beast.

22:00 hrs. Good workout. The guys will pick you up in half an hour. You could take a quick shower. But what for? First of all, you love the smell of fresh sweat after training. And secondly, you'll just be hanging out in the car park in front of the gym anyway, maybe blowing each other. And every once in a while, one of the high school seniors will surely come from the prom, smoke a cigarette with you, and maybe get a blowjob. Or give you a blowjob. Your cock is legendary with the juniors. You're really going to miss some of the seniors next year. But then you'll be a senior in high school and it'll be the year of your life.

[the-cheapskateler-show]

Hi cheap, i know you might be busy at the moment, but heres a free quick drawing i made for you :)

Oh WOWEE!! I’d never be too busy to appreciate some fine and FREE art!! You’re all very inspired by me, aren’t you?

Heheh…Gosh…This is so. SO incredible…I mean, would you look at that! Its me!

Now you know what I’ve got to do, right? I’ve got to find a place to put these up for all to see!!

[skyj80]

hii Sky, how was Hamilton?? Was it better than the movie version? How was the cast? Were the tickets expensive?

(sorry for all the questions but I LOVE hamilton but sadly they dont play it here :c)

IT WAS SO GOOD!! I wouldn't say better than the movie version because both had its merits! The cast was great! Eliza, Alexander, and Washington especially blew me away! The approach to the characters Eliza and Alexander had felt different than what I was used to but I really enjoyed that. For example, in the movie eliza seems shy when first meeting alexander and in the version I saw she seemed more awkward (it was very cute and endearing) ensemble was incredible too cause duh! I met a few of the actors and they were all very kind :) Tickets definitely weren't cheap but it was my graduation present so I didn't have to spend anything (sorry for rambling I just really loved it a lot hehehe)

[pizza-feverdream]

Heheh buckle up cause I'm sick and have nothing better to do with myself than to rant abt my ocs online (unrelated but I can't even hardly swallow water and it sucks :)

The context is these people live in an apartment/house with rooms for rent (still working things out) and strange things happen (yes i know that's INCREDIBLY vague but I don't want to give too much away yet)

Alr my first, chronologically, is Gill Moody

(First two are picrews, the rest is my art)

I'm not gonna delve into the plot just yet, cause I want to actually write/draw this story (it was originally gonna be a webcomic but I started writing it instead and I think I like it better that way)

Anyway, Gill is 23, he's got a little sister Shirley (I don't seem to have any pictures of her on my phone so this can be a joint description; shes just a small girl version of him with pigtails). Shirley is 8, and Gill took her with him when he moved out at 18 cause their parents were not safe to live with. They've moved from place to place, obviously kinda struggling, and they finally found this place (working title: arthur's place/house) with cheap rent, SUSPICIOUSLY cheap rent, but at this point it's what Gill can afford, so that's where they're moving. EXCEPT, the day that Gill goes the sign the lease, while Shirley is at school, after he signs it, he ~mysteriously dissappears~~~~

Next is Jessie.

(Ran out of photos for this post but you get thr gist)(first three are picrews)(I swear I can draw myself but apparently i don't have anything good saved ig)

(I'll copy paste what I have in my reference doc:) She was a rebellious teenager when living with her parents as an only child, and got into some trouble stealing things, etc. Her parents were rich but they cut her off financially when she grew up and moved out. She tried to make a living but she didn’t go to college and had a hard time finding a decent job with marks on her record. She managed to find a retail job that would pay for Arthur’s apartment, especially when Hattie moved in. (End paste) She doesn't get along GREAT with the rest, and she definitely has a secret. She particularly dislikes Iggy and Shirley, but tolerates Hattie, and REALLY likes Wheeler ;) ;)

[esmeislewd]

You look like you could use a solid Sunday brunch, and Sunday lunch, and Sunday afternoon snack, and dinner, and plenty of dessert for each of these “meals”. Hehe by the way I fucking love how soft and cute your belly looks and just wanted to encourage you and let you know I need more thigh and belly jiggling content just like you neeeeed more sweets. Hmmm in fact let me find that PayPal 😏

Totally agreed! I really need to be fed properly after having to go hungry for most of yesterday, gotta make up for the calories I missed out on~

And hehehe yeah I absolutely adore how soft and jiggly I've gotten lately, honestly it's just so wonderful to squish and play with my belly and hips and thighs!

I, and every other gainer out there, cannot express how much donations towards food helps! Gaining is not exactly all that cheap and having a little extra money goes a long way to helping keep me growing. It's always incredibly appreciated when people are generous enough to help like that ^^

[charmsponies]

hey this is random, but shopgoodwill has this really cool underwater art pony for 10$+ shipping. it seemed like something you’d like

https://shopgoodwill.com/item/202291879

This is such a cool find! From what I seen that pony usually goes for a lot of money, and so finding a relatively cheap one in the box is incredible :0 Here’s some other sold ones on ebay if you want a reference for her usual price

That specific pony has SUCH awesome art on it too. Borrowing a photo from google, but look at the goofy fish on it, heheh!

Unfortunately I’m at a terrible spot financially right now >~< Yall have probably noticed that I’ve slowed way down on posting new ponies I’ve gotten, mostly because I haven’t been in a good spot to buy any myself as of late. But that would be such a cool pony to own some day!

Thank you for sharing it with me! I hope whoever wins the bid for this beauty adores her sea theme~

[twilightmalachite]

Christmas Live - Dot to Dot 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Midori, Anzu, Kanata

Translator: 310mc

JP Proofer: Mika Enstars

EN Proofer: ryuseipuka

"I could sort of tell that there was someone walking in front of me, but my head was so blank that I almost thought to myself, “Eh, maybe I’ll just run them over”…"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Garden Space

Midori: Sigh, it’s so damn cold… I’m so depressed, I wanna die…

I seriously miss Morisawa-senpai right now for some reason… I wonder if that heater is walking around somewhere nearby…?

W-Woah—!?

I’m so sorry, I bumped into you! A-Are you alright…?

Huh? Anzu-san…?

H-Hello… I’m sorry, the cold weather tends to make me kind of absent-minded…

I could sort of tell that there was someone walking in front of me, but my head was so blank that I almost thought to myself, “Eh, maybe I’ll just run them over”…

Uwah? Please don’t scold me while wagging your finger… I’m not a little kid, y’know…?

I would’ve stopped myself in time once I had noticed it was Anzu-san, anyway…

I shouldn’t run over anyone, no matter who it is…? Mm~ I’ll be more careful next time, okay…?

Ahh—You don’t have to pick up the vegetables that fell on the ground… I’ll do it myself…

I’m sure you’re busy with work again, aren’t you…?

Huh? For once, you’ve got free time…? Still, I’d feel bad for making you help me with work that’s got nothing to do with idols…

Ahh, yes… I come from a greengrocer family…

But my parents are so crazy about our home’s business, that I almost question if I really do share the same blood as them…?

They made a contract with our school to be the sole provider of vegetables for the cafeteria, so… I deliver the produce in boxes when I attend school and stuff…

Midori: Without any pay for it, either… Since I’m just helping out my family’s business… That’s why I seriously have no motivation whatsoever…

But I kept skipping out on it, so my parents told me off… Like, today was another day where I went home as soon as classes ended and curled up under our kotatsu, but then got booted out immediately…[1]

They yelled at me to go and deliver boxes of vegetables…

But it’s just such a pain to do multiple trips between my home and school… So I tried to carry all of them at once…

But that meant I couldn’t see anything in front of me, because of all the boxes piled on top…

That’s how I ended up crashing into you… I’m sorry for that… Ahh, I’m so depressed… I’m such a mess no matter what, aren’t I…?

I’m such an eyesore because of my huge size… I’m better off burying myself along with the burdocks…

Fweh? Why are you suddenly asking me to look at something…?

Mm…? There’s a drawing in your notebook…?

Fwaaah—What is this!? It’s so cute! ☆ I’ve never seen this design before; what’s this yuruchara’s name?[2]

Is it one of your new designs, Anzu-san…!?

Sooo cute! Looking at it makes me go crazy! Ahh~ It’s soothing me to the point that my head’s spinning~…☆

Huh? It was drawn by someone named “Fushimi”, a member of fine…? I-It’s a turkey…?

Wow, that’s mind-blowing… I would’ve never known what it was if you never told me… ♪

Just incredible! No wonder he’s a member of the strongest unit in Yumenosaki Academy! This “Fushimi” person from fine… I’m going to pay close attention to him from now on…☆

Ehehe. Thank you, Anzu-san… I feel a little better now…♪

Let’s pick up the vegetables… I’m so sorry to make you help me…

Ahh, what a mess… They’re scattered everywhere…

Fwah!? I-I’m so sorry! We both tried to pick up the same one, and I ended up accidentally touching your hand…

I’m really sorry for like, everything… Please put all the dented or damaged ones in this box…

They don’t have any market value anymore…

Huh? Ah, yes, you can have the bruised vegetables if you like… We were either going to sell them for cheap in bulk, or have it for dinner tonight, so…?

You can take as many as you like; it’s my apology for bumping into you…♪

Heheh. Anzu-san, you’re fine with accepting even the ones that are damaged and dented, huh…? ♪

Mm…? What’re you looking at, Anzu-san…?

Kanata: … …

Midori: Ahh, Shinkai-senpai’s floating in the fountain… That’s just the norm at this point, right~…? Though I was also shocked at first when I’d see him there…

But I’m pretty used to the sight by now… Mm, mmm…?

Kanata: … …

Midori: Huh…? Shinkai-senpai isn’t budging one bit, is he…?

Oh yeah, the temperature’s so low today, frost could form… If he bathes in water when it’s this damn cold, won’t he straight up die…?

Actually, in the worst case, he might’ve already frozen up in the water…?

Crap…!? Hold on, I’m going to go check how he’s doing! Anzu-san, please keep an eye on the vegetables in case someone tries to steal them!

Shinkai-senpai~!! Are you alriiiighttt…!?

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Another story that shows another winter day of Midori skipping out on carrying produce boxes is Zodiac – Senpai Turned Into A Dog!?

Yuruchara, yuru meaning “loose,” “soft,” “laid-back,” + the word “character”. Yuruchara are mascot characters, their defining features are that they have very peculiar designs, ranging from bizarre-cute to adorkable, as well as being used all across Japan for PR purposes, in companies, prefectures, etc… For more information please see this.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Candy Puff - Wenzhou Fierce Faces

Alright, I finally got the last Wenzhou set in my most recent sea shipment of figs, so it's time to finish off this series! I'll post the last two sets today and tomorrow.

If you're catching up on this series of figs, this was one of the earlier fan figs that were released. It was a blind box series of 12 figs: 3 sets of Junzhe pairs and 3 sets of Wenzhou pairs. The figs could be purchased true blind box style as individual boxes, or in sets of 6 of Gong Jun figs or 6 of Zhang Zhehan figs. You could not buy them in coupled sets of Wenzhou or Junzhe only, however. For that you had to buy the whole set, or just roll the dice on individual boxes.

The set was fairly expensive as fig sets go, at 700 yuan for the 12 figs. This is roughly $100 USD, so while the per fig cost was not at all bad at $8.33 each, the whole thing certainly adds up. Plus throwing in international shipping, of course, which is quite expensive in its own right.

I missed this fig set, so like many of the earlier ones, I had to pick it up on the secondary market off Xianyu. Even more foolishly, I didn't buy the full set at once, as I was initially sucked in by some extremely cheap individual figs being sold, so had to piece it together.

But no matter, because I finally have!

I mentioned in a post a few days ago that Xianyu is a mixed bag - sometimes you get love and care and pristine figs AND all kinds of extra fandom goodies, like in my Hanging Junzhe post. And sometimes you get figs that have been extremely, well, pre-loved. This set is definitely on the pre-loved end of the scale - this set looked like it has been aggressively played with.

You can tell with the wear on Lao Wen's fan - I mean, true, judging by his costume and the cut under his eye, at this point in the show he's definitely been hack-n-slashing his way through a lot, so I guess it fits. Even with a warm soapy bath and some TLC to get rid of some of the grime, these two Jianghu warriors definitely have been through a lot. But that's ok...I still love them!

The name of this post is purely made up by me. I didn't know what else to call them - I've been calling them Battle Wenzhou in my spreadsheet, but A-Xu isn't really battling anything, he's too busy drinking. He does have QUITE the look though, it makes me giggle every time! Lao Wen definitely is battle ready, but has a bit of a smirk that I also thoroughly enjoy. So Fierce Faces it is!

Hehehe, speaking of which, their little expressions are incredibly cute here! I love A-Xu's little aggravated facial tic.

Like all of the figs in this series, they were designed with very large, very heavy heads of hair. Most figs have big heads, but these have particularly large hair. I like it, I think they're quite distinctive.

Case in point. Lots and lots of big hair! Big bangs too, when we come back around to it.

The figs stand fairly well. Lao Wen leans a bit over to one side, but otherwise these will stand up pretty reliably.

I like the way they did Lao Wen's guan here - big and bold!

Back around to these funny faces! I really like how expressive these figs are. Actually all of these series have extremely personable and expressive faces, it's definitely a trademark.

Also like all of these figs in this series, they are a very heavy block o' PVC. No delicate underrobes here.

More views of the hair here...

And here. I kind of wish they had done some of Lao Wen's fancy braids, but the fancy guan will do.

The blind boxes are of course just that, blind, so they're all the same. You can see the combo of Junzhe and Wenzhou here for each one of them.

Come back tomorrow to see the last one in this whole series - Wenzhou Market Date!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 277

Scene Count: 20

Rating: Grrrrrrrr!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[javiscigarette]

22, 28, 29 for the 50 Q’s 💞

Ahh thank you for asking angel ilysm 🤎

22.) what was your first cell phone?

I got a cheap flip phone in 7th grade and I was rockin' the iPod touch flip phone combo before getting an iPhone (5 maybe?) in high school

28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose?

A red panda 100% how cute would that be

29.) what’s your least favorite smell?

This might be niche but those callery pear trees that smell like cum and actual dog shit when they bloom like who the fuck plants those?? They're invasive tho and apparently more and more states are banning them which is a bless

50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

To participate in my delusions without judgement hehehe (and to talk to ppl and read incredible stories I guess)

[larissoupy]

Mentioning it here real quick

I've used like...4 tablets I think

Wacom graphire 2, Wacom intuos draw, XP pen artist 12 pro, and a huion kamvas pro 16 (I think)

All of them were gifted except for the XP pen, that one I did research on and got for myself.

So I'm gonna have a bit of fun and rank my tablets

Wacom graphire 2: got this tablet from my dad, well, more took from him. No idea why he had it, but I wanted to get into digital art and my brother said I could have it if I found the pen and I did, heheh

Compatibility ⭐ ⭐ worked with my mac at the time but this thing is old as shit, if you have an old ass computer, go for it

Ease of use ⭐⭐⭐ pretty good, had buttons on the pen, you could flip it and use an eraser like on a real pencil, that was pretty neat. No tablet buttons, came with a mouse???

Quality ⭐⭐⭐⭐ it's a screenless tablet, it's old as shit...and it still works, definitely a product of its time lol

Wacom intuos draw: got this as a gift for Christmas from my brother. I'd say get it

Compatibility ⭐⭐⭐⭐ newer tablet, pretty small but like, definitely good, worked with my mac and my PC, had a weird issue where it slowed down my mac and the school pc when I downloaded the driver and had to redownload it until it...didn't do that

Ease of use ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ most convenient motherfucker I've ever used, 4 tablet buttons, optional wireless, two tablet buttons, incredibly easy to switch pen nibs, good texture. Regularly bring it with me if I'm working with a computer that isn't my own.

Quality ⭐⭐⭐ cable broke. Pen good, but texture of tablet wears down the nib easily, nibs cheap as hell though, need to replace about once a month

XP pen artist 12 pro: ...I have words. Bought this during a Valentine's sale, was still expensive...XP pen tablets are pretty budget

Compatibility ⭐⭐⭐ I'm giving it 3... because it *can* work with modern stuff but...oh boy...I'll go into it in ease of use. Used it on my mac, was able to use while still having my intuos draw drivers

Ease of use ⭐⭐ you dissapoint me. Ok this is gonna be long but when I installed it, I followed all the steps for my mac and it just...didn't work. Had to contact support to get help with it and they did, ended up having to fuck around with accessablity settings. Scroll wheel is odd but nice, has a pen case that's pretty good, didn't need to replace pen nibs but honestly I didnt use this tablet that much and ended up going back to my Wacom.

Quality ⭐ and a half. Once again, long to explain but I'd be drawing and it would just...cut out. Itd go black for a second, it'd start having crazy lines, itd crash my computer, there was this weird line up issue where it would like...draw my cursor closer to the middle...it just... infuriated me.

Huion kamvas 16 pro (I think, I got it as a gift, it did not have a box): got this from a friend who just...didn't want it, but I love it, it is my favourite so far

Compatibility ⭐⭐⭐⭐ pretty fucking good, easy to set up, only used it on my PC so far but...I unfortunately did have to remove my Wacom driver to use it (rip intuos draw, you'll be used eventually) works as a second monitor too, loving it.

Ease of use ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ incredibly easy to use, good UI, a fuck ton of buttons and a slider, it's like if my XP pen was actually good

Quality ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ bro has been through me drawing for hourssss, been through streaming for hours... It's been through me, and if it can handle me without pulling an XP pen, it's great.

Anyways those are my tablets, thank you pickles for the huion, I'm treating it well

[leiawritesstories]

She had at least five alternatives for clit in her back pocket. that's not all she wants to have in her back pocket OKAY I'll stop now i'm sorry that was horrible

she couldn't shake the distinct feeling that Rowan had just been flirting with her. Maybe she could get him to do it again. *cackles* YES. SHE. CAN.

Cheap cliches and tropes HE DID NOT

He was a bastard, a pious, narrow minded bastard. It was very unfortunate Aelin was obsessed with him. the way she's lying to herself to cover up her massive crush is just so...so Aelin

I’ve read yours, all of them I KNEW IT bird boy likes faerie porn heheh

“Do you want me to?” YES SIR

oh my lord *fans self* that was incredible

I'm deceased 🥵🥵🥵

A/N: So my dear friend @mariamuses​ came up with a wonderful prompt (this one right here) that really took hold of my imagination and wouldn’t let go. I’ve been working on it for a while but finally got around to getting it done. @rowaelinprompts​ another one for the list. 

CW: A whole lot of banter, swearing and smut.

~~~~~

If Rowan Whitethorn was the main character in a novel, Aelin would most definitely be the antagonist in his tragic story. 

Their relationship hadn’t started smoothly, they had metaphorically been at each other’s throat from the moment they met. They were authors, both of them employed but the same publisher, and essentially rivals in every way. Rowan was an author of epic fantasy, the gritty you have to be fully awake to keep track of kind. Aelin wrote for the fantasy genre as well but her books were more of the romantic kind. There was a stigma attached to that and people like Rowan-holier-than-thou Whitethorn tended to look down their noses at such things. She wrote romantic fantasy, he wrote science fiction. They were at polar opposites on the literary scale.

The introduction had occurred in their publisher’s office. Aelin had gone in to renew her contract and Rowan had been in the office signing his first. They shared a manager and Fenrys had been very excited to introduce them. She had offered a charming smile and her hand, which to his credit Rowan had taken in a brief handshake. After that Rowan had barely given her a second glance. 

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[forcemeanakin]

OS | WIRED: Autocomplete interview with Hayden Christensen.

•WARNINGS: nothing, i think. Maybe like mentions of smoking.

Pairing: Hayden Christensen x gn! reader.

Summary: Y/n and Hayden do the WIRED:Autocomplete Interview!

A/N: I just think a lot about Hayden and I want to be in an interview with him heheh. I love him so muchhh, I wish he would know I'm alive lol. I may do it a series, idk... let me now if you guys like it enough to do more :)

_________

—Hey there guys! I’m Hayden Christensen…— he nodded to the camera.

—And I’m Y/n Y/l/n! — you waved to the camera with a smile.

—And we are here to do the famous “WIRED: Autocomplete interview”!—he opened his arms and his palms with a defeated smile.

—Let’s see how this goes.—and you smile excitedly at the camera. When you look back at him, he was looking tense, to which you laughed. —You ready?

—Yeah, yeah, let’s do it.

Interviewer: Who is going to start?

You two looked at each other and did the little “me? no, you. ok, me.” finger movements. At the indecisiveness you both laughed and Hayden spoke.

—I’ll start.

He took the white board in his hands and balanced it on his right thigh. He removed the first sticker off the question.

—Is Hayden Christensen…american? No, I’m not. I’m a proud Canadian man. —He shrugged with a sheepish smile. He noticed the sticky material on his hand and looked around his space. —Do you have a trash can? I don’t want to litter. Oh, great, thanks.—he whispered to the staff and they put one right next to him.

—But you almost sound american, I mean, you do make a great accent. —You complimented.

—Thanks Y/n. —And he looked at you tenderly.

—And he has an incredible Italian accent in the movie “Little Italy”! It’s on Netflix, check it out! —you winked at the camera and gave a big thumbs up. He laughed at the gesture.

—Is this a paid promo? —he asked.

—Yes, you now owe me 5 thousand bucks.

—That’s actually really cheap. —he nodded.

—Are you calling me cheap? —you gasped.

He panicked.—Next question. Does Hayden Christensen… like the Toronto Mapleleafs? Yeah, love ‘em. They’re my favorite hockey team.—he grinned teethless.

—What are the chances that those two questions are together? Like I don’t think anyone outside of Canada knows about the Toronto Mapleleafs. —You looked at the camera with a grimace, making clear that your comment was just to tease him.

He glared at you, not really angry.—Very funny. I’m not even gonna answer that. Next. Does Hayden Christensen… play soccer? Not professionally. I enjoy a good match between friends and a couple of years ago I did a charity event, but yeah no, nothing outside of that.

—You looked good in those shorts! —you moved your eyebrows jokingly.

—I swear Y/n, when it’s your turn I’m gonna be as annoying as you are being right now.—and you laughed together.  —Seriously, calm down. —And you crossed eyes again and burst into laughter once more.— Does- Does Hayden Christensen… have long hair? No, not right now at least. Fun fact: Most people think that the Revenge of the Sith hairstyle is my natural hair. Well, kinda. I actually got hair extensions to achieve the ultimate look.—he finalized his explanation with a hand gesture. He turned around to see you and he saw your struggle not to talk. —Ok, what now?

—No, no, it’ s nothing. Let 's move on. —He side-eyed you and shook his head.

—Y/n- Let’s keep going. —he said with a defeated voice. —How… tall is Hayden Christensen? I’m 6ft. —He was about to throw the piece of paper when you talked.

—You know what that means…—He was glaring at you, about to interrupt you when you proceed. —He can reach the high cabinets.— You turned your head to him with pressed lips, trying to be serious, but his glaring got you and you dismantled into laughter. He decided to ignore you and proceed.

—Does Hayden Christensen… smoke? Yes. I…I enjoy an occasional cigarette. — he smiled sheepishly. You laughed at the endearing gesture.

—”Occasional”—you did hand quotation signs —I actually love some pictures of you… mmm… behind the scenes of Attack of the Clones where you are smoking but like, with the full Anakin costume.—you chuckled while doing the hand movement of putting on a robe. —I just think it’s really funny, like the contrast of fantasy versus reality. Do you think Anakin smokes? —You asked curiously.

He raised his eyebrows, actually thinking about the answer. —Well, that’s a really good question. I think padawan Anakin would be a secret smoker, ya know? Like he hides around the temple, trying to smoke one behind Obi-Wan’s back. —he let out a giggle.

—Yeah yeah, for sure. Obi-Wan would never let him. —you shook your head.

—He is way too strict. But I think he would do it for the thrill of the forbidden. ROTS Anakin, well… —he moved his head with doubt. —I think… hmmm, he has the looks to be, like…

—A cool smoker. —you finished to which he pointed at you in agreement.

He nodded. —Yeah, but you know? I don’t think he would. He is a more mature person. Like, yeah… he is trying to be a better Jedi, he is trying to follow the rules-

—While having a secret wife and children. —you added with sarcasm.

He laughed. —While having a secret wife and children, for sure. I mean, give the poor man a break. —He smiled jokingly.

Do you think Vader smokes?

—Can he? I think he would die. —Hayden joked.

—Yeah, the man has chronic asthma, I don't think he smokes. Also, the smell of it? Too close to home, brings back memories of Mustafar. —by the end of the answer, you were both laughing.

—I just want everyone to know that Y/n here cannot stop making jokes about roasted Anakin. Seriously. The first day on set we had these, like, custom shirts made for each cast member, which this little individual over here —and he pointed at you accusatory—was in charge of making and instead of putting mine as “Darth Vader”, Y/n put “Barbecue Anakin”.

The staff of the interview laughed at the comment.

—I will not apologize for my decisions.

—It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t because Ewan’s was so much cooler. —he whined.

What was Ewan’s?

—Daddy Wan Kenobi. —He answered with a playful eye roll. You smiled at the camera with your tongue out.

That’s a cool name!

—Right?! Ok, next question. —You said trying to get back on track.

—Is Hayden Christensen… a parent? Yes, yes I am. I have a beautiful 7 year old daughter. —he was so sweet whenever he talked about Briar, you could easily see how his eyes sparkled. —Her name is Briar Rose. Yes, like Sleeping Beauty. No, not because of it.

—She is such a good kid, really kind and fun. —you said, talking to him.

—Yeah, she is. Just like her father. —you rolled your eyes at him, to which he let out a muffled laugh. —But lately I’ve been feeling like she likes you more than me.

—Yeah? Why do you think so? —you interrogated further.

—Because everytime she went to the set, she would ask me to take her to your trailer. And one day…—he looked at the floor, remembering the exact moment. —I told her that you were busy, that you weren't there, so I said: “We can go back to mine to play”. And she was like: “No, thanks!” and went to the set looking for you.

—She did?! Oh, my heart, I love her. —you held your chest in a dramatic pose. You two couldn’t hold in a romantic gaze at each other, expressing how much appreciation you felt towards the other.

—Final question: Is Hayden Christensen… dating Y/n y/l/n? —Hayden looked at you waiting for you to say something. —Y/n, you’ve been offly quiet. Wanna take this one?

You giggled. —No, I’m fine. Answer it. —He raised one of his eyebrows.

—Well, are we? —he asked back.

—Fineeeee, I’ll take it. No, we are not. —You laughed and he just looked at you cockily, waiting for you to take that back. You didn’t.

—Ok, yeah, it’s official, I’m single. —he smiled with a shrug of his shoulders. —Ok, guys, thank you so much for tuning in and see you next-

—Are you seriously gonna leave the question like that? —You whispered.

—Well, yes, should I change it? —he mocked.

—No, no, I think it’s pretty accurate. —you squinted your eyes at him.

He laughed and faced the camera once more.

—Thank you and see you next time! Bye! —He waved and you joined, trying not to kill him.ha

[dracowars]

can i request an imagine im so sorry if it’s too long for your liking but could it be a pureblood slytherin reader x draco imagine where the reader and draco are dating but after some bad news from home (maybe she doesn’t have the kindest parents like draco) she distances herself from everyone and keeps zoning out and finds herself astronomy tower thinking really dark thoughts but draco has constantly been watching over her and is super worried and maybe they have an argument at the tower and draco gets stupid and says something mean or even is dumb to think to accuse her of cheating at the end in which the reader maybe either slaps him (for dramatic effect) or if that’s too much she just says it’s over between the two and she walks off and draco is shocked and tries to stop the reader but she’s already gone and she doesn’t show up to breakfast or lunch and maybe in their class they learn about the boggart again and since they’re older their fears have changed and maybe the reader isn’t paying attention and she’s brought up to test her boggart and it’s draco saying those same things and maybe her parents come out as well and it’s essentially that draco’s unkind words are her fear because it’s the last straw for her until everything breaks because she was holding onto him and she runs out of class and class is dismissed because no one wants to go after that and the reader skips dinner and can be found in moaning myrtles bathroom having a panic attack and she gets really frustrated and hits the the sink really hard to feel something and you can hear myrtle begging the reader to stop and maybe someone sees her and runs to draco to get help but draco runs to the bathroom she’s not there anymore and he finds her at the astronomy tower feeling numb and he overhears her talking to herself and it ends in fluff because he can’t lose her and he figures out it’s probably her parents pressuring her too much again and he can relate because of his and they get back together and it’s just really fluffy at the end maybe they sneak in the kitchen for a quick minute dinner since the reader didn’t eat and draco has to be really kind to the elves heheh

darkness | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,1k

summary: where y/n's parents make her life a living hell and draco doesn't really help

a/n: normally i do not write about things like this but i actually really liked the request so i wrote it anyway. i don't mean to offend anyone with this if i misrepresented something, i did my best to get familiar with the topic <3

warnings: angst, major mental health issues including dark thoughts and self-doubt, hints of su*c*de, mentions of blood, cursing, very sensitive topics in general

universe: harry potter

The cold wind blows through your hair and makes it swirl around the air and into your face, goosebumps spreading all over your body at the sudden coldness. To prevent your hair from flying around, you tame your hair with a hair tie, your gaze fixed straight ahead while your face is illuminated by the setting sun.

You really missed this place during the holidays. The astronomy tower.

Whenever you are stressed from doing a lot of homework or studying in general, this is the place you can hust go to and are somehow always able to relax. The view is breathtaking and you love to watch the sun - or the moon, depening on what time of the day you find yourself up here - shine.

And this special place also gives you the security that you so urgently needed.

The winter holidays were a living hell for you. You have extremely strict parents who see a great importance in your education, but that is basically the only thing that interests them about you. That you bring honor to your pureblood family. That they can proudly show you off to other pureblood families even though they know nothing about you and who you really are.

Until recently they did not even know that you are in a relationship. Unfortunately, one thing led to another and they found it out by an unlucky coincidence which consisted of them picking you up at platform 9¾ for the very first time since you have been at Hogwarts. There they saw you with a platinum haired boy, kissing.

This boy turned out to be Draco Malfoy, the son of the pureblood Malfoy family, who you parents cannot stand at all. To put it in other words, they loathe each other to death and that for probably no reason, at least you have not been able to figure it out yet.

So of course they were not very thrilled that you are in a relationship with a Malfoy, which they showed you straight away. They locked you inside of your room at home because you had to 'think about your actions and their consequences'.

However, when they realized that their behavior would not change anything, they began to put you down. They threw the worst swear words at you, wanted to force you to break up with him and told you what a terrible shame you are for your family. That Draco could never love you and that you are ugly, cheap and overall useless. That is how it went on for your whole vacation.

Your parents always treated you this way, it was not new to you. Nevertheless it hurts every time, even if you try to hide it. You would rather keep all the pain inside of you than to tell others about it, because they are not able to help you anyway. Unfortunately, you did the math without your boyfriend.

This morning at the Central Station of London, Draco immediately saw that you were not feeling well. Any attempts to get you to tell him what is going on with you had been useless though so he left you alone at some point, but you still noticed how he kept staring at you for the whole train ride to Hogwarts.

You would love to tell him, tell him about everything, but something inside of you is stopping you from doing so. An invisible barrier inside of your head, probably fear, that you simply cannot overcome. You know that Draco's parents are pretty similar to yours, but still you just cannot manage to talk to him and you notice how it slowly but surely destroys your deep bond with one another.

Continuing to look into the distance and watch the clouds encircle the beautiful setting sun, which colors the sky in reddish colors, your thoughts suddenly wander to gloomy places. Dark places where you usually only go to when you are locked inside of your own room at home.

But now they are even attacking you at your safest place.

You perfectly know yourself that you are not good enough for Draco. You do not deserve this incredibly great person as your boyfriend. You do not even deserve him as a best friend, no, you do not deserve him at all. You are worthless and for him you are nothing more than one girl out of many.

And still you keep on being selfish and do not end it.

Completely lost in your own dark thoughts, you do not even notice at first how the tears are already streaming down your cheeks like waterfalls. Sniffling, you rub your eyes, smeer your discreetly applied mascara, and wipe the tears from your face.

"Why am I still doing this to myself?", you sob and lower your head, looking deep down at the grounds of Hogwarts. The tears that are enriched with pain flow out of your eyes and fall into the dark depths, causing you to slowly close your eyes.

The sudden mention of your name from behind you makes you abruptly breathe out in shock and your head jumps up as you turn around. Your eyes lock with the gray, sparkling eyes of your boyfriend, who is currently looking at you with pity.

"W-What are you doing here, Draco?", you sniff and wrap your arms around your body in an attempt to hide from him so he does not have to look at you.

"Why are you crying?", he asks, ignoring your question, and before you can realize, he is already standing right in front of you and gently places his hands on your tear stained, puffy cheeks. Gently wiping away your tears with his thumb, he searches your eyes for answers that can explain your current terrible condition. He cannot bear to see you like this, so fragile and deeply hurt.

Whatever happened, he will make sure you know that he is and always will be here for you. And he will not let, whatever it is, continue to hurt you so badly.

"If you do not tell me, then I cannot help you", he softly whispers and brushes the strands of hair behind your ear that have escaped from your ponytail in the wind and then carefully lifts your head so you have to look him in the eyes.

"It's nothing", are the only words you get out, your throat thightening, but all you would like to do is to just finally tell him about everything.

"Do you even realize how worried I am about you, Y/N?! It is killing me!", Draco suddenly raises his voice at you, causing you to flinch and take a step back, your back now touching the railing. Noticing the power of his words, he sighs and looks to the ground in shame.

Your head processes his facial expression and his gestures and again makes you believe that his sadness is your fault. By not being able to control your stupid feelings, you hurt him.

"I-I really have to go", you stutter out and quickly run past him, pressing your coat around your body.

"Have fun with Blaise then", you hear him say and you abruptly stop in your motion. Not fully understanding the words he just said, you turn to him.

"What?", you ask with not more than a breath coming out, hurt evident in your expression as he suddenly stomps in your direction furiously, a disgusted look on his face while he looks into your eyes.

"Don't act stupid now, Y/N! You hardly speak a word to me anymore, you avoid body contact, you are totally dismissive in general and you can't even look at me anymore! Why do you not just admit that you are cheating on me?!", Draco accuses you out of nowhere, not knowing what he is even saying himself, and you could swear that at this very moment your heart has finally burst into a thousand splinters and your last hold has now completely disappeared.

Losing the control over your body for a second, your hand lands on his cheek with full force. There is a dead silence before you just turn and leave, leaving him behind on the astronomy tower. You can hear him say your name after you, but you block it out and run down the stairs, crying, your vision blurred.

Missing one of the last stairs in your hurry, you fall down onto the cold floor. You get up again as quickly as possible when you hear steps behind you and you run. You run for your life while you disappear into the endless corridors of Hogwarts, making your way to your dorm.

The next morning your eyelids stick together from all the crying and you have a aching headache. You did not close one eye that night and just laid there crying in your bed silently until at some point there were no more tears.

In front of the door of your prefect dorm room, you can hear how the other students are leaving your house on their way to breakfast, but your stomach makes a flip when you only think about food. That is the reason why you decide to stay in your warm, safe and comfortable bed a little longer and to skip breakfast, which is unnecessary anyway. Avoiding other people seems like the best idea for you right now.

Just in time for the beginning of your first lesson of the long day, you made it out of your bed and are now sitting in Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape.

Your thoughts are whirling around in your head and you do not understand a single word Snape is saying in front of the class, even if you are really trying your best to understand him. Furthermore does it not help your concentration that you see how Draco keeps staring at you from across the room out of the corner of your eye. However, you do not have enough strength for this anymore after a while and therefore focus your gaze out the window at the rising sun.

At least you are distracted until all of the students get up from their seats all of a sudden and you only watch them confused until you notice that they are only waiting for you to join them and you quickly walk, almost stumbling, to them. Ignoring the looks and laughter of everyone, you play around with the hem of your grey Slytherin sweater and ignore them while doing so.

"Well then, let us begin. Ms. Y/L/N, would you please do us the honor and start", Snape clears his throat as you look at him in shock, noticing by the expression on his face that he definetely knows that you did not listen to him at all and have not been present with your mind.

Since you do not have a chance to defy yourself anyway, you nod and go to the position he points at in front of an old, dusty closet. With confusion all over your face, you switch between looking at Professor Snape and the cabinet as he suddenly opens the door and you take a big step back, startled to death.

"Have fun with Blaise then", Draco spits in your face disparagingly and is now slowly walking towards you after stepping out of the cupboard, increasing your pulse. The tears find their way back into your eyes right away while you just keep looking at him petrified, frozen in your spot.

"Why do you not just admit that you are cheating on me?!", he yells at you again and your vision becomes more and more blurred, your ears start to beep while he shouts at you, bringing back the painful memories of yesterday.

"No! Please don't leave me, Draco!"

It is like you are back on the astronomy tower again, your hair blowing in the wind as he steps towards you. In the next moment he is gone all of a sudden and instead of him, two other people are now in front of you.

"You are a shame for our whole family, you stupid brat", your father insults you and you fall onto your knees, holding your hands against your head in pain.

"Stop it! Please!", you beg them, but of course they do not stop, they only make their words worse.

"Draco can never seriously love someone like you. I mean, look at you! You are less worthy than dirt", your father tells you and your entire body is now trembling when you finally see a black cloak in front of your eyes and your parents vanish into thin air.

"Please stay with me", you choke through your tears, words addressed to Draco who had to watch the scene in front of him with pure horror in his eyes.

Breathing heavily, you look up at Professor Snape, who looks at you in disbelief, but as your eyes wander around the room to see everyone staring at you, your legs automatically carry you out of the classroom in the next moment, unable to bear their burning glances.

You run down the empty corridor with a faint vision in search of a safe place to hide until you arrive at one of the girls' bathrooms and rush in, not thinking about someone possibly being in there.

Slamming the door shut behind you, you stumble to the sinks with trembling knees and support all of your weight with your hands on either side of one sink as your legs fail beneath you. Clinging to the edge of the sink, you cry bitterly. The cold walls of the bathroom echo your crying several times, allowing you to hear your own pain.

"What is wrong, Y/N?", you hear a soft voice next to your ear and when you look up it is none other than Myrtle. Apparently of all places you ended up in her bathroom and are not as alone as you wished for.

"I am fine", you say with a monotonous voice, forcing yourself into an upright position, but literally everyone would see that you are definetely not fine, even a ghost.

"Y/N. You look anything but okay. Can I somehow help you-"

"Just leave me alone!", you angrily yell at her and lose control of your body, only seeing a thick, red substance running over your hand when it is already too late. Broken pieces of glass lie around you on the floor, which flew through the air when your fist hit them and inflicted small wounds on your face.

"You need to stop, Y/N!", Myrtle commands, but you do not listen and let yourself fall onto the floor, kicking your foot against the sink and thereby unintentionally loosen one of the old pipes. The sound of flowing water fills the room, surrounding your body on the floor.

On the edge of passing out, you lie in the cold water and stare at the ceiling while Myrtle has disappeared without a trace.

What you do not know, however, is that Myrtle is already on her way to find help and comes across Draco, who is running back and forth through the hallways while searching for you.

It takes Draco a moment to understand Myrtle's fast explanation, but when he does he runs into the direction of the girls' bathroom without hesitation. He rushes through the door into the flooded bathroom and all he sees is the broken mirror and the slightly reddish puddles in the water.

But he does not find you in there and realizes that there can only be one place where you could be.

Walking through the corridors of Hogwarts at lightning speed, he finally reaches the staircase leading to the astronomy tower and goes them up in no time. Once he arrives at the top, he abruptly stops when you come into his field of vision.

There you are, completely broken, leaning your head against the railing, your knees closely drawn to your body while your painful crys echo through his ears.

"Why did you not listen to your parents, you disgusting piece of daughter", you talk to yourself, not noticing that you are not alone any longer. With your already injured hand you hit the pole of the railing once, immediately regretting it as the pain spreads through your body.

However, your gaze lands on a person standing directly ahead and your eyes widen, but unfortunately you lack the strength to stand up, to yell at him, or to resist as he slowly sits down next to you.

Neither of you say a word, but it does not take long before he gently takes you into his strong arms, providing you with the support you needed so badly, so you can cry while he strokes over your hair. He whispers repentances in your ear over and over again. That he regrets his words, that he takes them back and that he was such an idiot.

"You are so wonderful", he confirms and gives you a kiss on the forhead, careful not to scare you away, continuing to stroke your upper arm with his hand.

"Do not believe in what your parents told you, angel. I will stay with you", he shakily breathes and has to pull himself together to not let a tear slip out of his eyes at any moment. "I am sorry that I let you down."

His last few words pull a trigger inside of your head and suddenly everything pours out of your mouth at once. Your fears, your worries. Everything your parents ever said or did to you. You finally tell him about all of it now, even though you should have done it much earlier.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N. You are my world and the reason I live. Never let anyone make you think that I do not love or deserve you, especially not your parents", Draco explains to you sincerely as you stare at him, exhausted but happy.

You slowly put your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, letting the good and bright drown out all of your dark and bad thoughts. Meanwhile, Draco carefully examines your injured hand before scooping you up into his arms while standing up.

"No matter how much you hate me right now, you have to eat something", he tells you, but you do not answer and just enjoy his close presence while you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, letting him carry you away.

If he had known how terrible you were feeling earlier, he would have done something much sooner. He should have been more pushy and not let you get away with a simple 'i am fine'. But now that he knows, he definetely learned from it.

And Draco would have never forgiven himself if he had let you just go like that.