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[plscallmeeren]

H A T E S E X

Hermione J. Granger x Male Reader

Request: nope and it worries me

Summary: Hermione kisses Ron (and cheats on you) to make you jealous and she has it coming... this is filthy shit it's kinda a drabble I originally wrote for kinktober on here so that explains it ig

Warnings: swearing; top!reader; bottom!Hermione; fingering (her receiving); degradation; vip; mentions of cheating; unprotected sex; tiny bit of bondage; yelling, fighting

Word Count: 1.2K+

Prompts used: Hate / Angry Sex | Degradation

"It's not my fault you're so fucking proud!"

"What, so you just thought 'hey! Why not kiss another guy right in front of me'? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"No, what's wrong with you! Since I became a hero after the war, everyone is pining over me. Everyone! You hear me?"

"Oh, you're so arrogant," you scoffed, shaking your head.

"Well, maybe I am! But I chose you. You out of everyone else I could've had. So why won't you even have sex with me? It's been over a month!"

"Are you seriously trying to guilt-trip me right now?"

She didn't answer. You stood across from each other, panting slightly, glaring, the door to your shared dorm room locked and sound-proofed so that no one would overhear your heated debate.

"Fine. I'm not good enough for you, obviously. So... I guess you'll have to grace someone else with your presence. Maybe even Ronald Weasley." The oncoming silence was deadly calm, and you heard her every breath, maybe even her heartbeat.

You headed to the door - heavy steps - falling like boulders just to make sure she realised how badly she had fucked up.

And she knew it. You could see it in her every weary glance towards your heading, every nervous twitch, every licking of her moist lips.

Presently, she jumped ahead of you, looking up with defiance in her eyes.

"Get out of my way," you growled, but not making any gesture to use force.

"No."

"Hermione." She shivered at the low rasp of her name - cold and dangerous.

"Make me."

You crashed your lips down to hers at the common phrase, gripping the sides of her face to hold her steady as she was pressed against the door.

You eventually let go of her, saw her yearn for more, realise you had led her away from your exit plan. Just as you were about to open it and quickly escape, she grabbed ahold of your tie, which spun around, tightening around your neck.

"What, you're gonna choke me now? Hide the evidence that someone dumped you?"

"Maybe. If you're not careful."

You slowly turned around, gaze like fire on Hermione's pale skin. She trembled but hardly noticed.

In one swift movement the tie was pulled over your head and you had an iron grip on her wrists, pressing her front into your own as you tied them with said tie. She gazed up at you with a strange sort of admiration.

"I'm leaving. I'm gonna talk to McGonnagle. I won't be coming back."

She cried out a pathetic 'no, please don't', and for some reason that had you dead in your tracks at the open door.

"Why shouldn't I, darling?"

"Because I love you."

"No, you don't."

"I do. Please. Just... one more time to convince you? Maybe you've forgotten how good I am...?"

You turned again, and noticed with a pang of despair that you had turned too often already. Yet it was dull and buried near the back of your mind and you couldn't find it in you to care.

"Yeah? You always wanted me to be rougher, right?" You approached her, looking down at her as you shoved her harshly down onto the bed. Her lips parted and her eyes were dark. You scoffed. "Well, slut... that won't be a problem no more."

She whimpered delightfully and next thing you knew you were on top of her, ravaging her with your lips in a frenzied manner you never had before. Her back arched as she writhed at your open-mouthed antics, panting heavily as you ripped off one article of clothing and another, holding no regard for the clothes you might have damaged.

You spread her legs roughly once you had rid her of tights and skirt and panties, wasting no time on romantics. She squirmed even more when you pushed four fingers into her cunt - no time to retaliate, no time to adjust - more fingers than ever before.

She whined pathetically, moan after moan slurring from her pretty little mouth pornographically at the painful pleasure you were dealing her pussy while you bit and sucked at her tits in a primitive fashion. Your thumb rubbed over her clit in quick circles as your other hand groped her left breast with little regard for the pressure it was practicing.

You came up for air, placing your knees on her thighs so she would stop writhing to a point where it was hard for your digits to pound into her. "Is this what you wanted, bitch? This what your little cunt was so needy for that it went and fucked Weasley? Well, this is what you get for letting another guy fuck you. You'll never get these fingers again, so cherish them."

Hermione was practically screaming, a never-ending wail of ecstasy pooling at her lips while her eyes watered, only interrupted by the occasional 'please, daddy' or 'it's all for you, baby'.

Her hair was tangled, mascara smudged from the odd tear, lips wide open, back arched, legs shaking, inner thighs slick with her own pre-cum.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, sweetheart," you purred, leaning down to her ear, "and I'm not gonna let you get pregnant, because you don't deserve my baby."

She whined loudly, clenching her walks around your fingers. You loved the difference between you and her. Hermione, entirely naked, vulnerable, powerless, while you still stood fully clothed and relatively well-kept apart from the missing tie and dripping fingers currently stretching the inside of a woman's cunt.

With one final guttural moan, she came around you just as you pulled out your dick and replaced your fingers with it, stretching her even wider at her climax. You fulfilled your promise, not leaving her pussy as you both panted heavily.

"Will you please stay? That was amazing," she whispered, almost out of breath.

"You don't deserve it. I'll be here in an hour or two with the potion equivalent of the morning-after pill and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll fuck you again. But that won't mean you deserve a second of it, love."

You finally pulled out of her, sticking your fingers into her mouth for a second to let her lick you clean before pulling up the zip of your pants and walking out the door.

She struggled against the tie still bound around her wrists. You had never left her after sex without looking after her extensively. You certainly would never have left her in this uncomfortable position for an unknown amount of time.

But Hermione found she didn't particularly mind waiting an hour or so here to see if you would return and make her cum again.

No, not at all.

[amethyst42]

The inspiration for Gonagalls, found in Discworld.

With the Nac Mac Feegles, their musicians/poets are called Gonagalls. They are notoriously bad, and in fact are used to terrify the enemy. William McGonnagle, 1825-1902, according to Wikipedia: "gained notoriety as an extremely bad poet who exhibited no recognition of, or concern for, his peers' opinions of his work. " Additionally, "McGonagall has been lampooned as the worst poet in British history. The chief criticisms are that he was deaf to poetic metaphor and unable to scan correctly. His only apparent understanding of poetry was his belief that it needed to rhyme". And reading his poetry, I can now see that Pratchett modelled his poetry exactly on McGonagall's "metre". This is his poem about the Tay Bridge Disaster, a railroad bridge which had a terrible collapse, in the late 19th century:

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay!

Alas! I am very sorry to say

That ninety lives have been taken away

On the last Sabbath day of 1879,

Which will be remember'd for a very long time.

[rebbi-sonnenhell]

Thank you @tsaritsa for the tag, haven't done one of those in ages it feels like!!

last movie: Nimona!

three ships: royai!!! edwin and ??? I don't ship that much

first ship ever: sokka and suki i think?

currently reading: Authority by Jeff VanderMeer

currently watching: nothing ;_; I started working so... there isn't much time in the day

currently consuming: fma, I began rereading the manga 😎

currently craving: SLEEP!! (I had to get up at 3.30 am the past week :^))

I'm tagging @the-hawkseye and @danalovesfma , @mcgonnagle , @captainberserk

[bigmack2go]

You didn’t tag this properly how r u gonna find it *takes off glasses in minerva mcgonnagle*

Early I know but please tag all your mutuals less make a massive chain

[sweetpopcornkat]

You are:: strawberry lemonade and cinnamon!

EM EM EM I MISS YOUUUUU 💕💕💕

I gib you strawberry lemonade, mac n cheese, wisteria (without the scary part.. Maybe ajsgsk jk) and cinnamon OFC <333

[winryofresembool]

Happy extremely late birthday (I’m only about 3 months late and I’m so sorry, ok!) dear @mcgonnagle!! In honor of that I drew Hiyori (from Noragami) gossiping with Winry about their idiot bf:s. Why? Because why not. And I imagine Winry answering something like ‘Well, I’ve seen Ed do some crazy things so I can easily believe anything’

[p0l-anka]

17 and 31 for the asks:)

17 - What languages I speak

I speak tagalog and english. I'm not that good with english grammar cz I'm on Singaporean English. I already lost and forgot my american english. Tagalog, for some reason, i can understand it better in speaking, but if u make me read it, (like long ass paragraphs) i will have a bit difficulty even tho its my native language. I will need to read it a few times to understand. Tagalog is hard. Basic spanish (?) I took spanish lessons.. Two years ago? Or maybe three? And I already forgot the language for not using it. I also know basic visaya and basic bicolano. If i hear it, I will know but I won't be able to speak nor write it, especially speaking, cz getting the intonation is hard. You need to have a hard tongue.

31 - Favorite song

There's lot. If u see my playlist it ranges from 50's to 90's to metal rock to classical to indie. I also listen to anime

Hm.. I'll list down a bit for this genre

Claire de Lune by Claude, Liebestraume S541/R211 No3 nocturne A flat major

All I want by Kodaline, Strawberries and Cigarettes by Troye Sivan, Hello my old heart

Smoke Rings by Les Paul

[bigmack2go]

Weasel- filch

Mr. Kloppman- mcgonnagle

NEWSIES AS MARAUDERS I MAY EXPLODE THIS WILL BE A FIC

jack - james

davey - regulus

les - sirius

elmer - peter

crutchie - remus

katherine - lily

racetrack - marlene

romeo - mary

spot - dorcas

pulitzer - dumbledore

bunsen - snape

roosevelt - mcgon

snyder - bellatrix

morris - barty

oscar - evan

[khuns]

5 and 33 for the tog asks!~~

5. Favorite ships any rarepairs?

arkraptor x staying alive,,, arkraptor x being a dad,,,, arkraptor x tangsuyuk,,,, i’m still so mad about him dying it’s been ten million years and i still haven’t gotten over rachel killing him i will forever pretend he’s still alive

also goseng x horyang i feel like i don’t hear enough about them i love them i love their relationship 

33. Any Headcanons?

oof no canon ones that i can really think of off the top of my head but as for non-canon ones,,

khun being a coffee snob - i bet he only likes rly specific kinds of coffee brewed a certain way even though he’ll drink anything in a pinch

khun business major i can see him swimming with the business school sharks / swimming circles around them and thriving 

isu best friend!! like sure he asked for really questionable stuff at the name hunt station but ultimately he just has his friends’ interests at heart he’s 100% loyal to them and especially those he trusts like khun & baam,, bet u he’s the kind that would share his last piece of bread with u during a zombie apocalypse or something

in another life khun and endorsi would be best friends come on 

hatz gryffindor!! seems like he values holding up rules and stuff / playing by an honour code vs his best friend isu hufflepuff!! isu constantly valuing his friends above everything else + the fact that he knows that hard work and training is really the only way to keep advancing floors and so he’s completely fine with separating from his friends at different points in time so they can go up the tower because he knows / trusts that they will meet again 

also khun slytherin because while he values knowledge and knowing everything about himself and his opponents i think there’s also an ulterior motive for gathering that much information i.e. khun being resourceful and storing up this information to use at his advantage later on + we’ve also seen from khun using white that he has no qualms about using whatever means he can to achieve his goals!! 

and baam hufflepuff!! the number of times he asked to be trained in the rice pot / with evankhell / other masters and the way he keeps picking himself up and going back he really values hard work i think?? also the way he values loyalty a lot we can see this in the way s1 baam treats the og team baam + the way even in s3 after losing and gaining and growing through different parts of his identity he still chooses to go after jinsung no matter what kind of army he has to face down

send me these tog asks! ( ˙ ˘ ˙)･ﾟ:* 

[remotepunch]

Leorio for the ask meme please! :)

Whatta Man - Salt-N-Peppa

Casio - Jungle

Money, Money, Money- ABBA

[plscallmeeren]

A Night to Remember

Sirius Black x Reader

Request: yesss @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: you are lily's twin sister and after being saved from muggle-born-based bullying by the Marauders in first year, you've become Sirius' closest friend. It's the holidays before 6th year and everyone is invited to James' house, except no one likes the state Sirius shows up in... can I call this a Christmas special? I really shouldn't

Warnings: Swearing; mentions of mental and physical abuse; injury; seriously sad Sirius; not proofread

Word Count: 2.4K

"Did you see her face?" James roared, stepping aside absently for his mother to get past him to vacuum. "I mean, pure high comedy, guys, seriously."

Peter sniggered at the centre of the couch, gnawing on a candy cane he stole from the Christmas tree.

Remus looked like he was straining to hear, lying on the floor and rolling over occasionally for Mrs. Potter to remove the pine needles from the floor. One time the vacuum attached itself to his jumper, inciting quite the kerfuffle.

You sat with a leg draped over the edge of the sofa, eating a caramel apple from that day's batch. Beneath you Lily was propped up against the fabric, leaning her head on your abdomen.

"I think I'd hit that, though," James continued, blanching when his mother glared at him, agape. "Sorry, mum, I was just joking. Y'know, peer pressure."

She snorted. "I doubt your friends here are dying to take Professor McGonnagle to bed, dear," she menaced, tugging at his ear gently on the way out of the room. "Save the dirty talk for when I'm not around!"

James looked slightly sick, which of course made you all burst out laughing.

It felt like Christmas already.

The whole room was dipped in a yellowing light that faded at the edges, the Christmas tree standing proudly in all its glory, it's baubles and tinsel and shining stars reflecting the glowing candlelight and desk lamp.

Remus pulled a face from the floor, grinning at his distorted image.

"Speaking of dirty-," James started, making Remus, Lily and you groan while Peter perked up, fascinated. "What, you acting all peachy now as if we'd never talked sex?"

"We never talked about it as much as you," you protested, lifting your coffee from the table and handing Peter his cocoa, licking the last of the caramel from your fingers.

"Well, what can I say? Bloody pussies. Anyways, this is mainly directed at you, Lily, but I was thinking... we should try doing some more kinky things, like bondage, sa-"

"Bloody hell, man."

"Shut up, James."

"Aren't you scared your mother's around the corner?"

"I cry for you, sister dear," you sighed, knowing for a fact they hadn't even fucked yet. "And for you, James - so desperate to prove and to overcompensate."

Remus snickered, Peter's eyes went wide.

"I have nothing to overcompensate for," James retaliated, finally sitting down on the coffee table. That alone earned a glare from Lily. "And what about you, huh, (y/n/n)? Where's your boyfriend?"

"Fuck's sake, James, you know there's no one around here in my league," you cooed, sparing a glance at your watch. "Hey, when's Sirius coming? Was he gonna be late?"

Lily frowned. "We mention boyfriends and you bring up Sirius?"

"Suspicious," Remus added.

"Seriously suspicious," James said smugly. "But no, he should already be here. Guess he got caught up with his mum or something."

Your heart sunk. He was right, of course, but the mere thought of Sirius' parents filled you with leaden dread. No good news ever came of them, and undoubtedly very little would. You had heard countless stories in vulnerable moments or disguised as jokes; stoned confessions or drunken retellings.

None of them were good.

"Great. Just great."

"I really worry for him sometimes," Remus admitted, sitting up and crossing his legs. "He's not safe there."

You all nodded in agreement. The conversation moved on, but your mind was stuck on a certain boy.

The doorbell rang cheerily.

"That must be him," James called, putting down his cocoa carefully and happily making his way to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief, smiling to yourself as you heard his scuffling footsteps.

What you were not expecting was a strangled scream, a desperate cry for someone, anyone to come.

You all jumped up, you almost kicking Lily's face in the process, rushing to the door as Mrs. Potter thundered down the stairs elsewhere.

At the door you weren't met with the slightest relief, but with complete and utter horror.

There stood Sirius, beautiful Sirius, suitcase in hand, out of breath. His face looked torn as if by a bread knife, reaching from the left corner of his mouth to the apple of his cheekbone. A bruise was forming over his right eye and his clothes held the subtle scent of smoke. The blood trickled down his face to his neck and through his white shirt as James stepped away in fear. Red bloomed somewhere near his chest, deeper the closer you looked. He slumped to one side.

Lily and you didn't hesitate, unlike James, who was hyperventilating, and Remus, who was murmuring things under his breath he probably couldn't hear himself.

Lily grabbed him under the arms as he fell, guiding him to the inside floor gently. You perched in front of him, ripping open his shirt and losing some buttons, biting down on your tongue as you saw the rectangular burn bloodied with tissue damage. You tried pushing the gash on his cheek together, but being awkwardly crouching above him, you were half-afraid you'd fall over and rip something else open that was supposed to be very keenly connected.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Remus whimpered, but it felt like far away, a distant body of yours hearing his words even as Sirius was taken from you by Mrs. Potter. You didn't move for a moment, not realising what had happened, and by the time you were racing to the dining room to follow she had shut the door behind her, saying (most unhelpfully) that he would be alright.

Your chest heaved. Your shoulder was vaguely aware of Lily's weight, but it didn't matter. Sirius was in there, hurting. Hurting because of something presumably his parents did to him. Presumably with a fire spade and a kitchen knife and the knob of a very particular and expensive cane. Merlyn, you couldn't breathe.

The door creaked open slightly, James' mother poking her head out. Her face was awfully pale, but a determined peace had settled on her face.

"James, dear, help me get him up to the room he was going to stay in, will you? He'll need a bit more patching up, but after that he'll just need to rest." She seemed to sense your thoughts, answering your unasked question: "I'd ask you to help, dear, but you're looking a little faint yourself."

You just stared, letting Remus and Peter tug you away while Lily provided some extra support to James and his mother. You felt useless. You wanted to do something. You wished you could breathe or see properly, too.

"He'll be fine," Remus assured you as he sat you back down on the now unfriendly couch, sounding very unconvinced himself.

"Aren't you worried?" you snapped automatically. "Sorry," you reconciled at his hurt expression, "I didn't mean it like that. But aren't you- why aren't you all scared out of your minds?"

"We are," Peter said softly.

"Just... maybe not as much as you."

"Right," you breathed. You felt slightly more steady now.

Lily came down the stairs with small, slow steps. She looked like her heart had beat more times than was fitting for any living occasion.

"Hey. James thought I should check on you. His mum's doing a really good job, by the way. I think Sirius will have his stupid grinning face back soon enough."

You smiled a little, but your heart still raced. Lily gave the other two boys a look which sent them out of the room very quickly. She sat down beside you, laying an arm around your slouched back.

"You're really freaked out, huh?"

You hummed quietly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as if she wouldn't notice. "I just- seeing him like that, still standing, straight from the Floo Network to who knows where- Lily, why on earth didn't he just come to this fireplace? Why did he- Why did he-"

"Sis', calm down. He's fine. Sort of. He probably wasn't thinking that clearly and just said the street name or something."

"Who the fuck remembers a street but not the name of one of your best friend's?" Lily laughed; yours came out watery.

"Come on, we're talking Sirius here. He'll survive anything. Honestly, a good kick might do him some good after all the shit he pulls. Admittedly, I would have preferred to hand it to him, but..."

You couldn't find it in you to be mad at your sister at that moment, so instead you just sniffed aggressively until she handed you a tissue.

"I just... oh God, Lily, what if something really did happen to him? What if I couldn't get him back? I just..." You trailed off. Your eyes widened.

"What is it?" Lily asked timidly, as if scared of chasing off a wild deer.

"I- Oh Merlyn, I think I like him," you sighed, sounding almost disappointed.

"Well, I'd hope so, he's your best friend."

"No, Lily, I like him. Merlyn, I love him! He's perfect. Oh, no... oh, for fuck's sake..." you began muttering. If anyone knew about his copious affairs, it was you, and all his flirting was probably habit. You liked him. You loved him. That was real. That was dangerous.

"Seriously? Jim?" Lily deadpanned, looking thoroughly unimpressed. "Couldn't it be anyone else?"

"Oh, shut it, you've given up to the arrogant charm of Potter." You hesitated a moment, then: "I'm gonna tell him. When he wakes up. Then, at least, if he dies from shock, I can blame it on his parents."

•••

A few hours later Mrs. Potter entered the living room with an expression that reminded you uncontrollably of the time she sat you and the Marauders down at 13 for the talk - it resulted in little more than raucous giggles and jokes about storks. It might have been more successful and terror-inducing had you not discovered a spicy story in a Playboy magazine and read it together some weeks ago.

"Alright, I have some news," she announced herself solemnly before breaking into a wild smile that made you all wonder if she had gone mad with witnessing death or something. "Sirius will be moving in with us as of now. James, I know this might be hard for you to adjust to, but-"

"Hardly," he interrupted, grinning. "I get to have him over all the time?"

"Mrs. Potter, you will never know peace again," Remus warned morbidly. You laughed at that, shoving away any thoughts on what exactly he was escaping from.

"Anyway, he's been asking for you all. But make it quick - he needs his sleep."

She didn't have to say it twice. All four of you were lunging up the stairs in an instant, barging into his room so quickly, he looked up from under his covers startled.

"You're alive!" Peter cried, almost jumping on him to give him a hug, but Sirius managed to keep him at a safe distance as he received it.

"Thank Merlyn... we were really worried," Remus added.

"Can I say something extremely cheesy and heartfelt?" Sirius looked at you all expectantly. You sat down on the edge of his bed: "If ever there was an acceptable time, it's probably now."

"Right," he grinned. "Well, I just wanted to say that you're all such great friends and I'm really lucky to have you. Not many people could run away from home and have a new one organised within the hour."

"It's been four hours; sure I shouldn't call mum back?" Sirius slapped him weakly on the arm. "No, but seriously, it sounds like brain damage."

"What James is trying to say," Remus butted in, "is that he's thrilled to have you living with him."

"Yeah, that too," James conceded. "You have no idea how worried (y/n) was about you. She went all berserk. The rest of us were totally cool."

"You were not!" you defended, glaring at him as Sirius gently took your hand.

"Why so worried?"

"I don't know, hon'. I guess I just really like you. Maybe more than I thought I did. And I can't lose you. Ever." When he didn't react, you added: "This is me, confessing."

"Yeah, I figured," he answered. The room went awkwardly quiet. "I'm glad you feel the same."

"Wait, what?" You stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

"Well, I love you a lot also. More than I should, I mean. And you won't lose me unless you get fed up with me yourself." He smirked that perfect smirk. You were taken by the sudden urge to kiss it off his smug face.

The urge succeeded, apparently, because before you knew it you were leaning down, kissing those lips that you had always watched kiss others and longed for half-subconsciously since you stole each other's first kisses as trusted friends. There they were. They worked. They worked well, indeed.

"Oh, fuck off," James interrupted, making you pull away. You didn't even have it in you to be annoyed. Sirius was staring at you, eyes wide, lips parted, pretty even through the stitched over his cheek and the blackening eye pushing his lids together.

You flipped James off as you helped Sirius up, leading him down the stairs with the others in tow to sit at the kitchen table and help Mrs. Potter until she was ready.

Throughout dinner, your hands were clasped beneath the table surface. This was not the night to discuss what had happened. This was a night to remember.

[criis55]

I haven‘t managed to continue yet, but I‘d like to know Echoes and White Album please (from what I‘ve heard so far the soundtrack slaps😄)

Aww I really wasn't expecting any questions😅 since I feel most of my followers doesn't watch/read jjba but it made me so happy to see yours😊!! So let's get started!

☆ Echoes — What is your favorite OP and ED?

Gosh the OPs and EDs slap so hard?? And idk if you've only listened to them but the animation??? Amazing too... So, my favorite OP song may be Great Days! (This question was though bc I also love the others so much🙈)

You'll see this when you keep progressing with the anime, but when you're nearing the end of each seasons the openings have little changes in the animation including the revelation of the villain and it's always so cool to see🙈!!

About the ending, I'll probably say the iconic Walk Like an Egyptian from part 3 :')

☆ White Album — What are your favorite tracks from the OST? (All parts!)

Wow... From part 3 on all the Jojo main themes slap! But my favorite (and the one that's been made more memes of) is Giorno's theme😂 Il Vento d'Oro from part 5!

Thanks for asking😊!!

[rebbi-sonnenhell]

For the quarantine asks, 2 18 and 20! :)

2. Tell me a random fact about yourself.

The first reason I drink my coffee black is because I am too lazy to go to the fridge and get the milk out of it.

18. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

Stracciatella. Nothing can compete to that.

20. What’s your favorite childhood book?

Uff, I can’t remeber having like one book I really liked. When I was a child I usually just read and read and read but didn’t really care for the story.

Thanks for the asks!! :D

[criis-art]

Here's my (very) belated bday present to my dear friend @mcgonnagle 🎉🎉

Life has been busy and I could only have it ready now, but I still hope you like it😊

I chose to draw Korra bc I know ATLA and LoK are two of your favorite childhood shows, so I hope you like my tribute to them😊💕

[sweetpopcornkat]

I assign you the vibes of peony and mint chip

Ily Kat!!💕💕✨

Emmmm!! :D

Mint chip: ajhsjsis thank u 😭 and yes.. Trying not to be too hard on myself yes.. Gotta work on that

Peony: That "could kill u but never would" akhsjsjj never (or would I?) ajshjd jk who would I send random star wars to then? 😔

Thank you Em ily too very much!! 🥺💕

[winryofresembool]

Don‘t try me or i‘ll send you a hundred of these :p I associate you with 1. EdWin 2. which implies that special kind of tooth-mending fluff/ chocolate for the brain that are your stories 3. and also your art which just keeps on skyrocketing 4. winter aesthetics (I‘m sorry I can’t help it..you’re intrinsically linked to fabulous ice skaters) and 5. our shared appreciation for angry son bois

haha aww, I really like all of these answers :’) I’m an awkward Finn so idk how to comment to such compliments but thank you so much Emma :3 (also yeah, I do love spreading the chocolate around!! And angry son bois ftw)