#jacob malfoy

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[shelbybyr]

When you run out of fics to read

[chaotic-laila]

The bond between a girl and her favorite fictional man? That shit’s toxic, but in the best way. It’s this messed-up, all-consuming obsession where she’ll go to war for a man who doesn’t even exist—like, literally fight someone for talking shit about him. She knows he’s a red flag with legs, but she’s ready to unpack his trauma and let him ruin her life, because he gets her in ways real guys never could. He’s everything she wants and everything she should probably stay the hell away from, but fuck it. It’s not about logic; it’s about the fantasy of someone who’s so broken, they’d burn the whole world down just to love her.

It’s painful, because she knows he’ll never be real, but that doesn’t stop her from falling harder every damn time she opens the book, watches the show, or reads another fanfic. And yeah, it hurts like hell, but it’s a beautiful kind of hurt. The kind that makes her want to scream and cry and laugh all at once.

Because no real guy could ever compare to that kind of perfectly fucked-up perfection. (And cause he will fuck you till you can't think straight)

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[jenyeuxx]

I'm Not A Waitress But I Can Take His Tip...

[starcanwreckedpulpparentspoll]

[lilyrachelcassidy]

toxic men *dramatic swoon*

[nobodyproblematic]

I love (insert problematic characters name here) but sometimes I also wanna bash their head on a latter in the rhythm of the intro to Down Under.

[neon-cainite]

This is the skin of a killer Bella ✨️💅👢

[minks-country-club]

Twilight Drarry AU? Any thoughts on this?

LMAO idk if you saw my Twitter post:

But you have no idea how invested I would get if I wrote this AU. I am so unbelievably obsessed with this idea. You are merging two of my favourite fandoms into one and it would be so fucking JUICY oh GOD I NEED IT!!!

If you don't know and can't tell by any of my social medias, I am insanely obsessed with Twilight. My favourite ship is Edward x Jacob because they're are so fucking perfect for each other when you take literally 6 seconds out of your day to think about it.

In this AU, I have to think about the dynamic between Drarry and how that would fit into the love story in Twilight, because there are so many ways to see it!!

You have the obvious: Bella x Edward.

You also have the Twilight/Life and Death re-write with gender-swapped Bella and Edward, so: Beau x Edythe

But also, EDWARD X JACOB??!!? THEYRE FUCKING ENEMIES FFS. IT MAKES SENSE THAT THEY WOULD BE DRARRY.

Let's dissect this, shall we?

Bella = Draco, Edward = Harry? Not bad, I could maybe work with that.

Bella = Harry, Edward = Draco? Better! That I can get behind.

Edward = Draco, Jacob = Harry? I like this. I can see this. Maybe Ginny would be Bella in this scenario, although I can't see Draco ever having a crush on Ginny, so the relationship would be Harry has a crush on Ginny (Jacob has a crush on Bella) but Draco (Edward) in this case would be more interested in Harry than Ginny.

Ah.... Beau = Harry, Edythe = Draco? DING DING DING! I THINK WE HAVE A WINNER!!

And of course I am totally down to make it Fem!Draco !!! I am also VERY down to make it sapphic Drarry.

I really am so tempted to write this, I just might😭😭 would you guys wanna see this???

[vampzteeth]

characters I write for

sorry all adults will be purely platonic becuz i’m a minor and it it makes me feel weird writing romantic for adults

STRANGER THINGS

Mike Wheeler — platonic, romantic

Dustin Henderson — platonic, romantic

Steve Harrington — platonic

Eddie Munson — platonic

Nancy Wheeler — platonic

Robin Buckley — platonic

Max Mayfield — platonic, romantic

Lucas Sinclair — platonic, romantic

Eleven/Jane Hopper — platonic, romantic

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams — platonic, romantic

Xavier Thorpe — platonic, romantic

i won’t be writing for xavier anymore due to percy’s racism and things i don’t feel comfortable talking about.

Ajax Petropolus — platonic, romantic

Enid Sinclair — platonic, romantic

Bianca Barclay — platonic, romantic

Morticia Addams — platonic

Tyler Galpin — platonic, romantic

HARRY POTTER

Harry Potter — platonic, romantic

Ron Weasley — platonic, romantic

Hermione Granger — platonic, romantic

Neville Longbottom — platonic, romantic

Draco Malfoy — platonic, romantic

George Weasley — platonic, romantic

Fred Weasley — platonic, romantic

TWILIGHT

Edward Cullen — platonic, romantic

Alice Cullen — platonic, romantic

Bella Swan — platonic, romantic

Jacob Black — platonic, romantic

requests are open (check pinned post) 🖤 message me if you wanna be in the tag list!!

@uniamv

[wolfpackss]

My loves!

I'm on holiday at the moment but I've seen all my messages and I already complete three or four. I would like to add some people to write for..

ACOTAR:

Azriel

Cassian

Rhysand

Harry potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Blaise Zabini

Draco Malfoy

Let me knooooow!

And thank you for all your kind messages, my daughter is doing amazing and she's growing quickly so I'm enjoying every moment with her.

With love!

[chaotic-laila]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[carewyncromwell]

"We've got the right to choose, and There ain't no way we'll lose it! This is our life...this is our song! We'll fight the powers that be -- just Don't pick on our destiny, 'cause You don't know us -- you don't belong!"

~"We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister

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Albus Dumbledore reached out to many old associates while trying to recruit members for the Order of the Phoenix. After all, however powerful of a wizard he was, he was wise enough to know he wouldn't be able to face off against Voldemort and all of his Death Eaters alone. There were people who could see and hear things he couldn't -- who were part of communities he wasn't -- and, yes, who were younger and healthier than he was. Dumbledore may have put forward a strong affect much of the time, to the extent that he wondered if some of his students saw him as immortal, but that didn't change the fact that he was a very old man and he was painfully aware of it.

There was one old associate, however, who joined the Order of the Phoenix without Dumbledore reaching out to him. On the contrary, he chose to join both despite Dumbledore deciding not to ask him and the person himself hating the Headmaster's guts. This person ended up arriving in Hogsmeade the morning of 27 June 1994 and -- upon checking into his room at the Three Broomsticks -- he immediately stuck his head into the fireplace and called Dumbledore's office.

"Oi! Dumbledore! I want a word!"

As it so happened, Dumbledore was at his desk writing several letters at the time, and the sound of the familiar voice made him look up over his half-moon spectacles, mildly startled. When he got up and approached his fireplace, the Headmaster found the frowning head of a young man with very hollowed-out, skull-like almond-shaped blue eyes and a mane of long, messy black-brown curls sitting in the flames.

Dumbledore smiled.

"Jacob," he said. "This is a surprise. I was under the impression you were in Bolivia."

"I was," Jacob Cromwell said irritably. "Not that I remember telling you that, you old fart. Now let me over there -- I want to talk to you about Diggory."

His white eyebrows raised, Dumbledore nonetheless took his wand out of his sleeve and waved it across the top of the fireplace, making it glow a light gold.

"There you are, Jacob," he said lightly. "You have clearance to come through -- "

Right as the Headmaster had finished saying this, Jacob shoved his way head-first into his fireplace and out through Dumbledore's. He brushed soot and sparkling Floo powder out of his long hair and off his baggy Whitney Houston T-shirt and bell-bottom jeans -- clearly wherever he'd been in Bolivia, he'd been dressed more to interact with Muggles than with wizards, and he hadn't bothered changing on the way. Even so, sticking out of the side pockets of his jeans were not one but two wands: his original white Aspen wand in his left and another blackthorn wand Dumbledore hadn't seen before in his right.

"Was that a present, Jacob?" asked the Headmaster, eying the new wand with interest. "The carvings look distinctly unlike Garrick's varieties."

"It was made by a wizard member of the Navajo Nation," said Jacob shortly. "So yeah, of course it's not like Ollivander's work."

Dumbledore cocked his eyebrows. "Then you've learned how to duel with two wands simultaneously? That's most impressive. But, I suppose, unsurprisingly so, given how talented of a duelist you've always been..."

"Not talented enough that you were willing to risk keeping me at school after R forced me to join them, though, eh?" Jacob said sardonically.

He crossed his arms, slouching so that his hip popped out and his left leg stuck out a bit at an angle as he stared Dumbledore down.

"Stop jive-talking, old man, I didn't come here for that. Now give it to me straight -- is Voldemort back?"

Dumbledore's expression grew more grave.

"Yes, Jacob. I'm afraid he is."

Jacob's skull-like blue eyes narrowed. He didn't look surprised or scared -- instead he nodded in grim acceptance as he looked away in the direction of Fawkes sitting on his perch.

"I presume Carewyn told you," said Dumbledore.

Jacob snorted. "Obviously. Pip wrote to Mum and me as soon as she found out what happened to Diggory."

His eyes darkened as they drifted up toward the ceiling.

"...I remember the kid from the Sunken Vault," he muttered. "He was part of the group that helped Pip and me -- the Circle of Khanna. He didn't deserve this."

Dumbledore's expression softened sadly.

"No," he said quietly. "No, he did not. Cedric was a brave, loyal, selfless young man -- he deserved a far longer and happier life."

The Headmaster crossed the room back over to his desk.

"So too does Harry. So does he, a mere boy of fourteen, deserve a long and happy life, when he had to fight for his life and only just barely made it back to Hogwarts with Cedric's body. So too do his classmates, who mourn Cedric's death same as our school mourned Rowan Khanna...and Duncan Ashe."

The mention of his boy best friend made Jacob visibly twitch. His eyes flashed at Dumbledore like a warning, but the Headmaster regarded him solemnly over his half-moon spectacles.

"Jacob...I hesitate to even bring this up, when your distaste of me is more than apparent," he cocked his eyebrows in rather pointed wryness, "but since you've come so far to meet with me, and since Carewyn has been in contact with you, I can only presume you know that I have decided to act, in response to this turn of events."

"Form your own army to fight old Moldy Shorts, you mean?" said Jacob. "Yeah, Pip told me. She also told me you wanted to recruit her to join it, even when you know she hates fighting," he added rather coldly.

"Both I and other members of our group knew that your sister would be invaluable to our cause, as a combatant or not," Dumbledore answered lightly. "I must confess that I also thought it more likely that we could receive aid from Carewyn than from you, given that she's only prone to express cold disapproval toward me, rather than active hostility." His blue eyes sparkled with some amusement as he added, "And of course Carewyn is far easier to get in touch with."

"I get in touch with those I want to be in touch with," Jacob spat. "I have no interest in getting letters from people who can't mind their potatoes."

"Like Olympe Maxime?" Dumbledore asked with a dewy smile. "She spoke very highly of you over breakfast, the morning after she first arrived...it was nice to see Filius beaming so brightly, hearing the head of Beauxbatons speak so highly of one of his students."

Jacob was a bit startled by this, but he stubbornly tried to obscure the pride he likely felt hearing this with irritation.

"I thought I told you I'm not here to chew the fat with you," he said shortly.

Dumbledore gave an amused shake of the head. "Yes, I suppose you did. Well then? What is it that you do wish to discuss with me?"

Jacob put a hand on his hip. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to join your bloody army."

Now this took Dumbledore aback. His eyebrows rose very high

"Look -- for however much of a shady minger you are, everyone knows you're the most powerful wizard in the world -- at least, on the non-Dark-Magic side of things," Jacob said brusquely. "If you say old Morty's back, then clearly he is. It'd be idiotic and pointless for you to lie about something like that, especially when anyone with a brain cell knew there was a damn good chance that creep was going to come back sooner or later. If anyone's going to have a chance standing toe to toe with Voldemort, it's sure as hell not going to be Fudge: it's going to be you. And if that coot Corny is really so determined to put his head in the sand about this, then I intend to align myself with those people who intend to actually do something, not just pussyfoot around and stupidly act like everything's fine."

Jacob's eyes narrowed upon Dumbledore's face.

"However much I don't like you -- however much I know Pip doesn't either -- you can't do this on your own. That much is obvious. And I would've fought old Lord Stupid-Name the first time if I'd been old enough, so why the hell wouldn't I do it now? Even if it does have to be alongside the likes of you."

Dumbledore's light blue eyes actually twinkled.

"...You'll fight with us for the greater good, then?" he asked.

"For goodness's sake, period," Jacob shot back. "How I feel about you has nothing to do with good versus evil: I just think you're a Machiavellian old geezer who thinks you always know best. This fight, on the other hand, is."

Dumbledore's face broke out into a smile.

"Indeed it is."

Sweeping up his long, bell-shaped sleeve, he extended a wrinkled hand.

"Very well, Jacob...I accept your application. Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix."

Jacob cocked his eyebrows at Dumbledore and then at Fawkes, before he took the Headmaster's hand and curtly shook it.

"'Order of the Phoenix,' huh? Hm. Decent name -- here I was imagining you marching around as head of a 'Dumbledore's Army' or something..."

"Coming from you, that's quite a compliment," Dumbledore said amusedly as Jacob withdrew his hand.

His expression became a bit more kind.

"...Thank you, Jacob. I mean that wholeheartedly. I'm truly pleased to see you, once again, prove yourself to be a very brave and noble young man."

Jacob shot Dumbledore a miffed look and opened his mouth, and Dumbledore chuckled.

"Forgive me...I know you don't wish any such compliments from me. Perhaps if Minerva echoed them, they might be easier to accept? I'm certain she would agree with me, when she learns you've chosen to join us."

"I'd rather you give me something useful to do so I don't have to listen to you trying in vain to butter me up," Jacob said exasperatedly.

"Very well. I actually was hoping you would consider stopping by Knockturn Alley and making contact with Mundungus Fletcher. He's already answered my call to arms, but I anticipate that to get some of the information we need about Voldemort's forces, he may need a talented duelist to back him up."

"To save his arse, you mean," scoffed Jacob.

"In so many words, yes," said Dumbledore with a wry smile.

Jacob sighed tiredly and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Maybe while I'm there, I'll get some of that information we need myself. I'd love to know what Lucius Malfoy has been up to, for instance..."

"Lucius Malfoy is a practical person to look into," Dumbledore agreed. "Harry even said he saw Lucius there in the Graveyard, with Voldemort. I imagine he would be the sort to desire a position of leadership, among Voldemort's supporters."

Jacob nodded curtly as he turned on his heel, striding back toward the fireplace.

"Be careful, Jacob," Dumbledore cautioned him. "Knockturn Alley is likely to be more dangerous since you were last there."

"If any of those Dark-Magic-happy losers want at me, let them give it their best shot," said Jacob with a cold smirk, tapping his temple significantly. "It'd take a damn accomplished Occlumens for me to not sense them coming. And if they are, groovy -- I'm always up for an actual challenge."

He stepped into the fireplace, threw down some Floo Powder from the mantle at his feet, shouted, "Three Broomsticks, room 21!" and disappeared in another flare of green flames.

[chrissysfilms]

In Search of an RP Partner!

Ships I’m looking for (who I prefer to play is in bold!)

Twilight

Bella / Jacob

Stranger Things

Nancy / Steve

Chrissy / Eddie

Harry Potter

Hermione / Draco

Star Wars

Ben Solo / Rey

[lilyrachelcassidy]

writing again. any requests y'all?

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My favorite movies/shows: Twilight (books and movies), Harry Potter, It (2016 version), ect. 🌙

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