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[s1llyfreakx3]

°• Some song recommendations for transgroomed/manipulated/abused folx, or generally those who want music about abusive/toxic/manipulative relationships :3 (focusing on like what transgroomed is like for me)

• "hands clean" by Alanis Morisette (90s pop about groomer grooming, and how he just got away with it and kept his metaphorical hands clean)

• "i threw glass at my friend's eyes and now I'm on probation" by Destroy Boys (punk rock, about the complicated feelings of both hating your groomer and wanting to stay with them) (THIS IS SUCH A GOOD SONG LISTEN TO IT PLEASE)

•"i hope you're hungry" by Sodikken ("misery meat" on some platforms) (weirdcore-y, using a nice cannibalism metaphor for letting yourself be abused in a relationship) ("people eater" is like the song that goes with it which is from the POV of the abuser)

•"i miss the misery" by Halestorm (metal/rock/idk genres, about missing the abuse of an abusive relationship)

•"vixen" by Destroy Boys (punk rock, sapphic, "trouble waits for a victim/I wouldn't mind being yours/seduce me, I'll come back for more")

•"all you wanna do" from Six the musical (about being groomed and manipulated multiple times, every time thinking the guy is the right one for you but they all just want to use you + like humour as a coping mechanism??)

•"drown me" by Junie & TheHutFriends (very weird /pos, about being in a toxic relationship but wanting that? Idk how to explain it it's very non-literal, also stuff like "would you like to see my world" "i see why I've never felt this way before".)

[ludobagmcns]

for: anyone where: outside area of florean fortescue's ice cream parlour

Ludo did not have a favorite holiday, perhaps his birthday, but this would be a close second. An excuse to party with anyone who was around was always welcome for him. Which was why, after quite a few shots, he had left the comforts of The Three Broomsticks and decided he was really craving ice cream.

So with a cone in hand, he was settling in one of the tables as he spoke to a near passerby.

"Oi, how fast do you reckon I could eat this whole cone? Because I'm thinking less than 2 minutes, tops."

[purebloods-mudbloods]

—No te preocupes por el toque de queda, los elfos prepararon salas y habitaciones para quien quiera quedarse— expresó el chico con una sonrisa, había organizado una fiesta en su casa por la última victoria de su equipo y como siempre pensaba hacerla en grande.

[animatronicdoozer]

Ok but do you ever think about how ludo was Sarah’s first true friend in the labyrinth (excluding hoggle because he had mixed intentions at first)

In the novelisation (if I recall correctly) she even thinks she looks like her dog

[alecctoccarrow]

⭐️ (ludo)

Once, when Alecto couldn't sleep, she hauled herself up to the grounds of Hogwarts, where the Hufflepuff common room peaks up just enough to let light in and the towers of the Quidditch pitch just peaked up enough to be seen. It was that terrible interim between night and day, but she swears she saw Ludo practicing. He was clearly having enough fun that Alecto, after watching him enough, was able to return to bed. (She ended up sleeping through all her morning classes too.)

@ludobxmxn

[purebloods-mudbloods]

—Si digo tiene sentido ya que será en la playa privada de mi familia— expresó el chico con una ligera sonrisa sobre sus labios, sin duda el creía que era la mejor idea que había tenido en esas semanas ya que el clima era idóneo. Cuando escuchó a la contraria su expresión se volvió mas amable —Bien entonces tendremos que probar varios helados y tu me dirás cual es el mejor ya que no puedo permitirme tener menos en mis fiestas—

"Ah," la postura rígida de Zoe, que había estado a la defensiva por posibles represalias, se calmó visiblemente. "¿Fiesta?" Ahora que no tenía que preocuparse por si la echaban de la fila, podía centrarse en otros asuntos más importantes. "¿Con helado?" Aquello sí que sonaba interesante. Una idea rápidamente acudió a su mente: "¿Sabes? Si de verdad quieres comprobar si es el mejor helado deberías confiar en mi criterio. Soy una especia de experta en este aspecto gastronómico."

[dxxdhood]

drains me slowly

pairing: wade wilson x gn!reader

summary: deadpool finally invites you, the coworker he has a massive crush on, over, which means the two of you end up doing more than just watching a movie.

tags: smut (18+), sub!wade wilson, dom!reader, pain kink, use of superpowers to fuel a pain kink, light masochism, teasing, gentle dom, hand job, scratching, body worship

wc: 3.3k

a/n: fic inspired by the new deadpool movie coming out!!! also, title is from love me dead by ludo.

No surprise that Wade wasn’t exactly anyone’s favorite– that goes for among the heroes he’s worked with and throughout his life in general. He’s – to put it in the kindest way anyone’s ever told him – fucking annoying. Oh, he’s more than aware that he’s a little too out-of-pocket, abrasive, impulsive– a nightmare to interact with, really. And those were just the recent comments made by the closest thing he has to coworkers! The shit he heard from people growing up was leagues worse. 

Look, having a rough start in life isn’t uncommon and he’s sure as hell not gonna get the tiny violin out for himself and throw his own little pity party, but he’s grown enough since his healing factor got beat out of him to acknowledge that he’s had it tough over the years.

He’s still going, though! Yeah, he may not always be the best at doing his laundry quick enough to get any clean clothes to wear, or at stopping his room from becoming cluttered with too many half-empty water bottles, but he’s still making it by, day by day.

But, well, it’s still really hard to constantly put himself out there, get assigned – or infinitely more likely, just shove himself into – whatever jobs or missions he feels like taking on when everyone treats him like Jar Jar Binks.

That was until you came along. So, obviously you’re crazy hot – he’s gotta get that out of the way first – but more than that, you were confident. Competent, too, and those rarely coincide in Wade’s experience. You mostly worked on call, joining the occasional mission, battle, or investigation because your mutant powers came in handy often, but you also still kept up with your day job. Honestly, Wade thinks the reason why you weren’t always present in fights was to stop the other mutants from being out of a job. Your ability to slowly deteriorate surrounding biological tissue, while horrifying and a pain in the ass to control – your words – was basically winning on easy mode.

But no, you were adamant about keeping your involvement with the X-Men infrequent– only joining when your presence was absolutely necessary. Apparently nonstop high stress situations aren't good for your mental health– who knew?

And he wants to pretend he became obsessed with you because of all those things, and of course they helped, but really, you had him at hello. Or well, you bothering to say hello and actually talk to him in the first place, to ask him questions about his life in moments of downtime where usually he’d be left with an unenthusiastic audience instead of a warm-hearted listener who actually laughed at his jokes.

So, of course, he has to go and fuck it up.

…

“So, glad that’s over, huh?” Wade says through a smile, the whites of his mask squeezing as his cheeks rise. “Speaking of over, you wanna come?”

“Over?” you shake your head a little, flashing your teeth as you try and comprehend him. “Right after we took on a whole crime ring?”

“Well, what a better time to unwind, am I right?”

“Oh?” you raise your eyebrows. “We’re unwinding?”

It’s small, but you swear Wade ups his talking speed, “Well, yeah, you know. Watch a movie, order in, show you my Pokemon cards, the works.”

You hum, pretending to consider it, “Depends, you got a holo Charizard?”

And now, for sure, he exhales his relief. “You insult me.”

The two of you enter his apartment not long after you’re dismissed from the mission, and Wade briefly excuses himself to change out of his suit. Making yourself at home, you take a seat on the couch and glance across his living room. His apartment is surprisingly nice. The kitchen and living room are one large, open space with a sleek, modern design. Also, you’d assume someone as chaotic as Wade would keep their house in a messier state, or hell, at least a little dusty, but the living room is spotless. Maybe he cleaned recently? What, was he planning on inviting someone over?

Snorting as you shake your head, a small click from across the hall catches your attention.

You’ve only seen Wade on the job, so naturally he’s always been wearing his red suit, but for some reason, you never stopped to picture him wearing civilian clothes. Actually, now that you’re seeing him in a sweatshirt and sweatpants – awfully warm for this weather – you’re struggling to reconcile the image of him you had in your head with the person right in front of you.

Well, at least until Wade brings up a fist to cover his mouth, illustrating his nervousness, and the tension fizzles out. Only Wade has body language that cartoonishly exaggerated.

“Nice sweats, green looks good on you.”

Wade pauses for a moment, registering your words before he giggles softly, arm falling to his side, “I’ve been thinking about changing the color of my suit. You know, hiding all the blood is great and all, but sometimes I gotta wonder – could this thing be more flattering?”

He walks over with a spring in his step before sitting by your side. Cutely, he wraps you up in the larger blanket first before settling the smaller, throw blanket over himself. You try your hardest not to show your confusion outwardly, but seeing Wade up close now has you questioning his outfit all the more.

He’s a bit tall, so the sweatpants don’t go all the way down to his ankles, but Wade’s wearing calf socks, as if he specifically were trying to avoid them being uncovered. Also, his hoodie’s easily a size or two larger, which makes it the perfect thing to wear to lounge around and watch a movie in, but also, the sleeves cover his entire hand sans his fingers. From the little you can see of them, they look puckered in scars.

But obviously Wade’s hands are scarred– he’s a mercenary. He’s handled all sorts of weapons and been in hundreds of fights over the years. You weren’t expecting his skin to be baby-smooth. 

What’s interesting to you is why he’d go through all the trouble to hide it.

Also, yeah, the most obvious pointers were that the hood of his sweatshirt is up even though you two are indoors in his own home and – how could you forget this one – his Deadpool mask is still on.

Was he just uncomfortable with sharing his identity in general or was he specifically trying to shove distance between the two of you? Whatever, if he doesn’t want to take his mask off with you, he doesn’t have to. You feel a distinct pang in your chest, but you try not to let it color how you respond to him. He’s more than in the right to only share what he feels most comfortable with.

Wade’s been fiddling with the remote while you’ve been – hopefully – subtly looking him over, and the screen finally changes from a streaming service page to the opening of the movie.

“We’re watching The Princess Bride? I didn’t take you for a romantic.”

He bats his eyes – at least, you think he does, given the mask– and speaks in a sweet voice “Why, me? Oh please, I know romance. I’m not going to invite a lovely, gorgeous, incredible person over and force them to watch Die Hard on the first–”

His back straightens out like he’s been electrocuted before he forcibly relaxes his posture to finish his thought.

“Hang-out.”

Okay, you want to go easy on him, especially because he seems so tense, but you can’t just let that one slide. You close the small distance remaining between the two of you, causing your entire side to press against his. Even through his sweatshirt, you can feel how warm he is.

“Mmm, just a hang out?” you mumble, sliding your head onto his shoulder. You’ve done this before, either for comedic effect or just in an attempt to push his buttons the same way he always tries to push yours – which, despite his best efforts, always ends up endearing him to you instead of bothering you – but never in a context like this.

He inhales sharply, and you count the seconds until he finally lets himself release it. Sometimes, you think he takes his healing factor for granted.

Turning his head to peer down at you, Wade considers you for a moment, keeping his face and body language deceptively neutral. You try your hardest to keep your eyes focused on the movie and your body loose and comfortable.

“You want this to be a date?” he says, flat.

“Why, thank you for asking, dear sir,” you copy his sweet voice from earlier before returning to your normal. “Yes, Wade, I like you.”

“I–” he starts, but the words get caught on their way out. His fingers bury themselves in the material of his sweatpants, and the movement draws your attention to them again. Shades of blotchy red and pink curve all across his skin.

Wade doesn’t say anything, which is concerning enough on its own, but following your confession, you feel like he’s more than out of his element. 

“That’s why you invited me over, right?” you try and help him out. “You feel the same, too.”

And then, feeling bold, you turn your head to face his still mask-covered head and kiss him lightly on the cheek. Instantly, you see fireworks go off inside him, because Wade hurriedly shuts the TV off and runs off to close the blinds. There’s barely enough light in the room now to make out shapes, but apparently Wade doesn’t take any issue because he peels his mask back and kisses you on the lips.

His lips are textured, and your intuition flashes quietly in the back of your mind, but for right now, you focus on how energetic he is. If his body is warm, his mouth feels like it’s on fire. He’s constantly moving, trying to experience all of you as fast as possible. 

It’s making your face heat up, how quickly he demands your complete attention and how relentless he is in grabbing it. Wade bites your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into him, and he uses the opportunity to explore across your own teeth and tongue. After a few more seconds, you break away, needing the space to breathe.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, voice rough.

“You’re telling me,” Wade coughs out. “We could’ve been doing that this whole time?”

“Well, all you had to do was ask.”

And although you can’t see him, which you know is the point, you understand something in him has shifted. He gets up from the couch, takes you by the hand, and leads you towards his room. His pace is so quick, you barely comprehend his actions until you’re both standing right in front of his bed.

“Is this okay?” he asks, quiet. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him stifle the amount of words he let loose before.

“Yes, of course it is. But Wade, we have to turn on at least a lamp or something in here.”

“We do?”

“Yeah,” you pause to give him a second to think. “I can’t see you at all like this.”

“What if – and you're just going to have to trust me on this one – you’d prefer it this way,” Wade’s voice is light, but it feels like it’s cracking at the edges.

“And why’s that?”

Not like you’d be able to see, but the anxiety radiating off of him makes him sound wide-eyed, “Huh? Oh, I– uh…”

“Look, if you’re worried about how I’m going to react to you having a bunch of scars– don’t. I don’t mind,” the sound of fabric rustling in front of you makes you think he just flinched. “I figured it out. You’re not sneaky.”

“You say that, but…”

“Wade, I don’t care. And I mean that kindly! Really, it doesn’t bother me.”

Wade starts pacing in front of you, nearly tripping on the leg of the bedpost, “Look, I appreciate the whole hero act you got going on here – really fits you good, you should totally quit your day job – but you don’t have to force yourself, I–”

“Wade, you either confront your insecurities head on or I’m not doing this with you. I told you what I think, the only person who’s going to worry about how you look here is you. We either have sex with a light on or not at all, okay?”

No one speaks for a few seconds once you finish saying your piece, and you cringe, realizing how forceful you must have come off. You’re about to speak up again to apologize when you hear a shudder-filled exhale from a few feet away.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he groans. “You’re so hot when you're putting people in their place.”

Your lips curl into a shaky smile, “Yeah, what else do you think is hot?”

And you can practically hear the gears turning in his head from here.

…

It’s actually happening. No fucking way he didn’t dream this up. But you were pretty adamant about him getting his head in the game in order for you guys to actually get down and dirty, so for you, he tries to keep his train of thought as focused as possible–  a big ask.

“Bossing anyone – everyone, especially me – around. You using your abilities–” you reach over and find Wade’s hand before running your fingers up his arm. “Shit, umm, using your abilities in general, but, umm, I really like when I’m there.”

“Oh?” you giggle. “When you get to watch, or?”

“When I get to feel.”

Your hand moves over to the nape of his neck, reaching under his hood and mask, to rub at his rough skin. Wade’s nerves light on fire as he waits for you to respond– for some reason, it never feels like your words come out fast enough.

“You got a thing for pain, Wilson?”

He chuckles, “You’d be surprised.”

“Okay, but are you sure? I can try, but it might not be all that good for you.”

“Don’t worry,” he thinks back to all those times he had a hard on while the two of you were fighting together. “It’ll be great for me.”

You hum, “Alright, then, but you tell me to stop the second you don’t like something, okay?”

“Aye, aye, captain,” he salutes, though you probably can’t see it. “And, same goes for you.”

“What a gentleman, letting me destroy him and giving me an out.”

He’s blushing something furious and he���s never been more grateful for the dark, “Anything for you.”

Those are the last words he whispers before he begins undressing. He knows you probably meant for him to strip with the light on, but he’s really not so sure he could stomach being looked at like a bug under a microscope. The attention, while electrifying, was already starting to get to him, so he lets himself stay in his comfort zone a little longer. As a treat. 

Once his sweats are off, he hesitantly peels off his mask before slipping into bed, keeping most of his body under the covers. After shutting his eyes, he clicks the lamplight on.

You’re not saying anything. That’s– a sign? A good one, a bad one, Wade doesn’t know. He’s trying so hard to keep his breathing steady, but he can feel his body start shaking all on its own.

You join him on the bed, kneeling next to him, before your warm breath falls across his cheeks as you kiss his forehead. Only then does he open his eyes, and you reward him by cupping his cheek in your hand.

“There,” you say. “Wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Wade gets the strong urge to snort, and so he does, but your eyes narrow. There’s a soft scratching at the back of his skull as you snake your hand over, and quickly you dig your nails in slightly. Wade has to bite his tongue to keep the noise in.

“I’m sorry, is that funny to you?”

“No!” he whispers sharply as you bring your hand down to scratch along the line of his neck.

“Good, seems like you’re learning.”

You kiss him, teeth clacking together at first before Wade melts into it. Your hand is still slowly exploring his body, running along the line of his shoulder and towards his upper arm. When you reach his bicep, you very obviously squeeze the muscle there, and you let out a pleased sigh as you begin groping in earnest.

He wants to turn to hide his face in the pillow, not sure how to react to all the positive attention and appreciation, but you catch him trying to turn away, and you kiss him deeper.

While one hand begins to explore his pecs and abs, your other hand scratches down his v-line, softly caressing the skin of his inner thighs before moving around to squeeze his ass.

Wade rewards you with a small whine, and you carefully trail a finger down his dick. You move in to whisper in his ear, “You’re so hot, I’m not forgiving you for hiding for so long.”

Trying to stifle the embarrassing moan that he knows will come out, he bites down on his lip hard, but you take the hand not teasing his cock to gently pry his lip away.

“From now on, I get to hear you, okay?” you say and Wade nods rapidly.

You take the moment you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and after giving him a second to ready himself, you ask, “I’m going to use it now. Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay–” he responds before he feels the sweet sensation of you jerking him off coupled with your power. It’s a humming, dull feeling of pain resting in the background– almost like the sensation of being choked except it’s affecting his entire body. Wade feels like there’s a weight pinning down each of his limbs and it’s so freeing– so relaxing.

He sighs and turns his head to the side, letting out a deep moan when you up the pace of your hand and bring the other to fondle his balls.

“How is it?” you ask, sweat dripping down your brow at trying to control your ability. Sure, it’s  powerful and at times pretty horrifying, but Wade always loved how he was essentially immune. At the same rate you could destroy the flesh around you, he could heal his own right back. Just knowing that made him feel good, somehow, like he was made perfectly for you.

“It’s good– so good, I–” he nearly shouts, forgetting about the neighbors.

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”

At hearing the pet name, he straight up whines as he tries to bury his hands in the sheets instead of his own thighs. 

“Not sure, umm, a little more–”

And he doesn’t know which god he has to thank for putting you on this planet, but he’s willing to pay them all a visit. You read him like he’s not some mess, some walking disaster nobody bothers paying attention to, and you give him what you know he needs.

From the base of his chin, you drag your hand in a deep scratch across his neck, chest, and stomach, your eyes watching the pink lines blend in with his scarred skin. It’s a flashing pain, sharp like being scalded and it feels so good mixed with the blunt feel of being under your power.

“I’m gonna–” he says, and of course, you seem to already know. He cums with a deep grunt, rutting his hips into your fist before he thrusts his head forward to kiss you again.

As soon as he comes down, he pulls away only slightly, just so he can say what he’s been wanting to say since he met you.

“Thank–”

You cut him off with another kiss, because sometimes, he really does need to shut up. 

[ludobagmcns]

for: @bellatrix-lestrxnge where: hog's head

Quidditch was a thrill, relationships were a thrill, Ludo was someone who was always seeking that next thrill. Something to jumpstart his attention and carry his interest for a time while still giving him satisfaction. So really, it was no surprise that once he placed his first bet, that was going to be his next thing to get his attention. Luckily, he had found a small group that were happy to gamble with him, bets and games and some talk. Tonight he was drinking and playing some cards with a few, but it had mainly whittled down to him and Bellatrix.

"Not that I would ever try to psych you out, as I am always a very honest man, but I have been on quite the winning streak recently." Very honest and winning streak were both stretches, actually Ludo still owed a few sickles to his last failed bet, but he was trying to enjoy this game and stay sure he would win.

[purebloods-mudbloods]

Su familia en cierta forma le había obligado a ir a aquel evento de caridad, pero en realidad no le molestaba pues era para las victimas de la guerra, y además siempre podía comer y beber gratis y encontrarse con gente interesante, y en efecto no tardó en encontrarse con una cabellera pelirroja bastante conocida —Bueno no me esperaba encontrarme contigo aquí— expresó sonriendo y ofreciendole una copa de champagne que había tomado de las bandejas que traían unos meseros.

Para: Doris @thcgoodwitch

[purebloods-mudbloods]

—Si justo como escuchas MI playa— expresó con una pequeña sonrisa en sus labios mientras observaba a la chica y cuando escuchó su pregunta invoco los papeles —Estaban en mi casa pero ya sabes magia, puedes verlos pero no tocarlos— se acercó un poco para que viera los documentos.

Tenía que estar bromeando, ¿Verdad? "¿Tu playa?" ¿Pero qué decía? La cabeza de Scarlett comenzaba a dar vueltas. Esto no podía estar pasando. "¿Dónde tienes los papeles?" Es decir, si esta era su playa realmente, tendría que tener algún tipo de escrituras que lo probaran.

[ram-bles]

Hellooooos

I was wondering you do an Mouthwashing headcannon where they react to reader having a bitchy resting face and they immediately think there rude but is the most sweetest person in general.

Or if you want to do something else, can you do there reactions to reader style is 2000s that wears low rise jeans,piercings,styling thongs , etc and ppl think there dumb but there highly intelligent person? If you have time of course!oh also don’t overwork yourself and make sure your hydrated 😊

tulpar crew & bimbo!reader

tags: gender neutral reader. pre-crash.

⚠️ jimmy.

this is up my alley.,. thank u so much anon 🙇 also was this you !!

[ Curly ]

🩹 I don't think he'd judge you based off of your looks, but if Jimmy tries to badmouth you around him, unfortunately he'd just nod along even if he doesn't think of you that way.

🩹 Doesn't really mind your style but is more worried about the functionality of your clothes for your safety in the ship.

🩹 Probably just really worried about you running about with stilettos on and even tried to discuss it with you as politely as he could for you to wear thicker heels at the very least. (He has no idea what types of heels are).

"You look lovely, don't get me wrong. It's just, your shoes— They're nice! But is it the only pair that you have at the moment?" "Oh? There a problem with it, Cap?" "I don't want you to get hurt while working, S'all." "I have a more comfortable one, if that eases you." "Please and thank you."

🩹 He tries his best not to... Stare. Your choice of clothing suits you after all.

[ Daisuke ]

🌺 We've got a babe on board?!?!

🌺 Bitchy or not, you're definitely his type. Well, luckily for him, you're sweeter than the packets he steals.

🌺 At first, he was really intimidated around you since he probably thinks you're waaaay out of his league. But after a few interactions, he warms up and it's either he's shy or suave around you, there's no in-between.

🌺 Unlike Captain over there. He will stare. Unconsciously, though. It's hard not to admire you after all. If you catch him staring and mention it, he'd be profusely apologizing.

🌺 In his words, you're;

"Super cool, and hot, and pretty/handsome. Like, totally hotter than the babes in this magazine—" "What magazine?" "Anyways."

[ Swansea ]

🌺 Super specific but he's super attracted whenever he sees you carrying around stuff especially when you have press-ons/nails on.

🌺 Probably memorized your piercing locations.

🦢 Definitely was annoyed at you at first, thinking that you'd be a drama queen/king.

🦢 Surprisingly not

🦢 Just like Curly, questions the functionality of your clothes though.

🦢 But if you work just fine, he doesn't really care.

🦢 In the same vein as Daisuke, you do look like a model.

🦢 Even more attractive when he found out you were knowledgeable with tools and his work as well. You were the crew's all-rounder of course. Strong and smart.

He was calling out for Daisuke, each time he sounds more and more annoyed. That's when you pop up, dropping a box of inventory he told the intern to pick up earlier. "You good, Swans?"

"Better if the damned kid's here to help. Where is he?!"

"Told me he had 'to fix a pipe' or whatever and asked me to bring these to you."

"Why I oughta—"

"Easy boss, might wanna focus on the wires there. Looks swapped." You take a glance towards his work and passed him one of the tools he needed before heading out. "I'll go call him for you."

[ Anya ]

🔷 Star struck and intimidated.

🔷 Usually, your types were from the more popular cliques back in university and often times, Anya wouldn't really interact with them unless needed.

🔷 Grew closer with you while getting your ankle sprain treated after a small mishap with your heels.

"Anya, you gotta agree, they're really hot." "Very..." The blue and pink duo were watching you work, both sipping on water trying to act inconspicuous. "Wanna play?" He tilts his head towards the Ludo board. "Loser wingmans winner." "Deal."

🔷 You often play dress up with her and Daisuke. Including makeup. She gets super flustered about it especially when you compliment her.

[ Jimmy ]

You felt a hand wrap around your waist as you were cleaning up after you ate. By instinct, you instantly jab your elbow behind you, earning a gasp from a man.

"Fuck's your deal?"

"The fuck's my deal?" You turn around to face him, watching him recover. "You're the one who can't keep your hand to yourself."

"Then don't walk around the ship with your ass out." Jimmy crosses his arms and leans back on the counter, eyeing you up and down as you jab your finger onto his chest, huffing in amusement. "What are you, a barrack bunny or some shit? Slept with anyone here yet? Or maybe everyone else but m—"

You slapped him so hard it echoed through the room and made his ear ring. Before he could even hit back, you've already kneed his crotch, the same joint meeting his face as he folded over.

"Pretty sure sluts wouldn't want you either way."

[ludobagmcns]

for: @jamesffleamont where: the three broomsticks

"James! Perfect, just the lad I wanted to see." Ludo came up from behind the fellow Quidditch player, taking and sitting in the empty seat by him with ease. He liked James, it was always good to have a friend that understood his favorite sport and career choice, which was precisely why he needed to offer some, what was sure to be very welcome, encouragement.

"Listen, mate, I have about 30 galleons on you passing the Quaffle no more than 25 times during your next match. I know that seems like a strange ask but I am honestly starting to think I may secretly be a Seer with how good my bets have been recently so, I am sure you can handle it. And if you do, I can even be a generous and excellent friend and give you a few of my winning galleons"

[purebloods-mudbloods]

❝ well, that’s a new one. ❞

—Oh vamos Nicholas tienes que aceptar que este show de drag queens, es un gran aporte a las fiestas— expresó con una gran sonrisa mientras rodeaba con un brazo a su ex compañero de casa.

@witches-n-wizards​

[purebloods-mudbloods]

Si alguien le preguntaba diría que estaba ahí por pedido de su familia, pero realmente había acudido porque la causa le interesaba, y más cuando había sido expuesto más directamente a las consecuencias de la guerra. En aquellos momentos estaba un tanto distraído buscando a uno de sus compañeros de equipo por lo que chocó con la otra persona —Oh lo siento, fue mi culpa—

𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 ; evento de caridad.

La capucha de su capa cubría su identidad, o al menos eso esperaba Isolde. Sabía que otros podrían juzgar su presencia en un evento de caridad para los impuros, así que había decidido hacer una parada breve. En sus manos llevaba un sobre sin distintivos, con una generosa cantidad de dinero para los niños, que dejó entre las demás donaciones mientras fingía indiferencia. Nadie debía saber que estaba allí ni que, por un instante, había sentido compasión. Ajustándose la capa con brusquedad, giró para desaparecer entre la multitud. Sin embargo, al hacerlo, chocó ligeramente con alguien que no había notado cerca. El impacto fue leve, pero suficiente para tensarla. Bajó la mirada y murmuró un "disculpa" seco, tratando de recuperar el equilibrio y seguir su camino.

[cateyeswrites]

FINALLY 1X07 reaction

-LOVE the gillory/radovic family dynamic

-AVA IS SO PROUD OF HER MOM and loves her so much I WILL DIE

-why is the janitor back *crying* i don't hate him but ugh is this really the LI?? instead of my man karadec?

-OMG KARADEC AND AVAS INTERACTION I WILL CRY

-NOT HER GETTING EXCITED HE REMEBERED HER NAME

-KARADEC JOKING WITH AVA I WILL DIE

-omg nice foreshadowing with the dog barking at the bomb!-

-LOL not everyone second-guessing MELON saying he is the best detective

-WOW THE FACT THEY ARE FROM THE ARMY IS INSANE

-ahhh OZ AND KARADEC

-NOT AVA SNEAKING IN

-I LOVE SOTO

-IS MELON TRYING TO GET MORGAN TO SOLVE THIS WITHOUT PUTTING HER IN DANGER?

-WHY IS THIS SQUAD MAN SO FOCUS IN KILLING THE TWO ARMY PEOPLE

-OMG MORGAN GIRL! DONT STARTLE THE GUN PEOPLE

-OMG MORGAN AND KARADEC WORKING THE CASE AT DIFERENT ENDS??? OMG KARADEC IMMEDIATELY KNOWING WHAT SHE MEANS

-THE STATION FAMILY ( YES I AM NAMING THEM THAT) WORRIED ABOUT AVA?? DEAD THATS A CHOSEN FAMILY

-AVA GIRL!!!!!

-NOT THE JANITOR PLAYING HERO SIR!!

-WHAT IS KARADEC GOING TO DO WHEN HE FINDS OUT AVA IS THEREEEEE

-OH THE DAUGHTER IS SUS

-MORGAN AND AVA IM CRYING

-KARADEC AND MORGAN I LOVE THEM

-OMG DAPHNE AND AVA

-KARADEC IS MAAAD AND I LOVE IT

-IS THE OTHER GUYS THE ONE WHO WAS IN DETOX

-OHHHHH THEY SHOT JEREMY?

-OH NO JANITOR/NURSE IS SHOT?

-KARADEC IS LIKE THAT IS MY FAMILY

-KARADEC REALLY SAID I AM DOING SOMETHING

-IS THE LADY PREGNANT???

-OMG JEREMY DIDN'T KNOW

-IS JEREMY THE ADDICT?? WHAT IS HAPPENING

-WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH JEREMY? DOES HE HAS PTSD??

-his name is TOM?

-IM CRYING WHY IS AVA AND MORGAN MAKING ME SOB

-IS KARADEC GONNA BE THERE TO RECEIVE AVA??

-IF SHE TELLS TOM TO TAKE OF AVA I'M PUKING

-OH MORGAN IS ON, HER BABY GIRL IS OUT OF DANGER

-OH HE KILLED FRANK? JEREMY?

-OH KARADEC BAD ASS MOMENT? OH HELL YEAH

-OH SHIT!!! HE KNOCKED THE PREGNANT LADY

-the bomb was fake, losing it

-daphne MVP LOVE HER

-OMG AVA AND LUDO

-RAIN CHECK ON THE YES DAY

-KARADEC AND MORGAN DEAD

-oh pregnant lady is going to jail?

-BADASS MORGAN

-HER WALK AWAY

-UGH NOT TOM AND MORGAN * CIRNGE* I DON'T DISLIKE HIM I JUST PREFER KAREDEC

-she got applauses I am crying this is so cute

-THEY GOT HER A DESK? I AM CRYING

-not melon giving her a desk i am crying this is so cute

-they truly are a family

-he knows she is never using it because she sits down on his desk

[7-ferrets-in-a-coat]

Ueueueue have a lil interaction between lambs,,,

Featuring @itsartlee 's lamb, Amos!!! And my Ludo too lol :p

Pardon the messy ass lines !!! I was too sleepy to actually clean it up and color :3

They're besties FRFR THO