#mini 4

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Mini 4 - Crack Fic

A/N: Fell sick over CNY, developed a crack brain, got inspired by Jannik’s fight with the illness on court and viola! Crack fic is born. With my never ending obsession to crossover with HP. How the hell is this the first fic of the year?!!!

Plot: Jannik’s caught the flu bug, chaos ensures.

***

Crap.

Jannik gets up with more effort than usual, head unusually lightheaded.

“Ugh.” He winces, slipping on his glasses in an attempt to get adjusted to the morning light shining into the Ravenclaw tower.

One at a time - he tells himself. First, he needs to wash up. Before he can make it to the bathroom, the view in front of him starts to spin and he has to find something to grip onto.

“Woah mate!”

Jack, back from his run dashes over to his friend’s side in attempt to stable him. “You don’t look good.”

“M fine,” Jannik waves it off but stumbles. Jack gives him a pointed look and steadies the stubborn Italian back to his bed.

“You’re not fine, you need rest.”

Jannik weakly protests but the softness of his bed is making his eyelids heavy.

“Don’t worry mate, we’ll handle today for you.” Jack grins.

Handle today for me? No! I have potions test, Qudditch match and a visit to my family this coming weekend!

That was what Jannik would have protested if not for the cushy white pillows sucking him deeper into slumber.

***

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” Holger Rune asks with slight contempt as the three of them huddle in the prefect’s bathroom.

“Because, think about how Jannik’s helped all of us. Now it’s our turn to help him! If we don’t help him, he’s going to drag himself out there and die trying.” Jack sharply reminds the Dane who responds with a grunt.

“Jack’s right. Besides, it’s only just for these two days.” Carlos chips in, ever the peacemaker. “For Jannik.” He holds up his glass of polyjuice potion with lemon colored liquid inside.

“For Jannik.”

***

Day 1 - Potions Test

“Sinner? Where is Sinner!” Professor Snape scans the room of students, no ginger hair to be found. “If he isn’t here…”

A loud bang is heard from the back of the classroom and ginger hair could be spotted flying from a mile away before skidding to a stop.

“Sorry Professor,” Holger barely gets his bearings together, reminding himself that he is here as Jannik and not himself. “It won’t happen again.”

“No it won’t. Come.”

Holger trudges along, still getting used to Jannik’s long limbs.

He walks past Nick who is in deep conversation with a bunch of other unsavory individuals. It doesn’t take two and two to put together

Holger’s just had it with the nasty things that are being said about Jannik. Sure, he’s had some competition with Jannik in the past, but whatever stayed on the pitch remained on the pitch.

Time to teach him a little lesson.

Muttering a non verbal spell in his head, Holger efficiently casts a spell to zip that potty mouth - literally.

***

Day 1, evening - Qudditch Match

“And Jannik Sinner has done it again! Folks will anyone stop his winning streak?”

Carlos takes a lungful of air after scoring his eighth goal against Slytherin. It’s a much more intense position having to dodge the opposing team and watch out for the oncoming bludgers trying to attack the Chasers. Very different from what Carlos is used to as a Seeker. Yet again, he has developed a newfound respect for the Italian. He leans forward on his broom, similar to Jannik’s style of play and races forward.

Carlos was so focused on getting the quaffle to the goal that he almost didn’t see the snarling bludger zooming towards him. He quickly ducks and hears a sickening crunch seconds later.

He turns around to find the source and he can’t understand what is it with the guy who seems hellbent on taking Jannik down at every opportunity. It’s as if Jannik is living in his head rent free.

Well, two can play that game…

“Oi! Lorenzo!” Carlos maneuvers his broom to the Ravenclaw Beater and takes the club out of his hands.

“Let me borrow this.”

***

Day 2 - Sinner’s Residence

“This is weird.” Anna mumbles under her breath as they wait for their parents at Kings’ Cross.

“And it’s definitely not weird for me too.” Jack rolls his eyes. “Both your parents are coming in only for this weekend, what choice did I have?”

It was Anna’s turn to give him a withering look. “The truth? My parents would have understood.”

“Nope, first impressions count. I see them.” Jack grits his teeth as he gives a friendly wave to Jannik’s parents. He’s done this countless of times before actually, but not masquerading as their son.

This was going to be an interesting evening…

***

Jannik is finally released from the hospital wing by Madam Pomfrey. After three doses of pepperup potion that made his head look like it was on fire, Jannik is back to full strength.

His days in the hospital were rather hazy… all he could remember was Jack bringing him down, Carlos and Holger visiting him and… oh no!

Jannik runs back to the Ravenclaw tower, mentally hoping that whatever he said and remembered was just a bad dream.

“Mate!”

Jack is the first to greet him. Carlos and Holger are playing a game of exploding snap.

“Jannik!”

“Hey guys,” Jannik greets the trio warmly. “Thanks for looking out for me these past two days.”

“No need for thanks. We would have helped you either way.” Jack steers Jannik to the sofa, unusually cheery. And speaking of unusually cheery…

Holger was unusually shifty, knocking things around him off the table. Carlos was more energetic than usual…

“Ok guys, what gives.” Jannik looks at his three friends who can’t seem to sit still.

“Well, you see…” Carlos begins.

“Ah! Sinner!” Professor Flitwick opens the door “I was just speaking with Professor McGonagall - what a splendid game you played! Though I must say, that foul against Nick was most unlike you.”

Jannik blinks, attempting to register what was being said. The Professor, paying no heed to Jannik’s confusion rattles on.

“Oh and Professor Snape wants to have a word with you about your Potions exam. Something about it not being up to standard?” Flitwick crinkles his nose. “Though we both agreed that perhaps you weren’t feeling your best that day. After all, you are the Prince of Potions!”

Jannik winces at that nickname bestowed on him and he tries to catch Holger’s attention without much success.

After dropping the bomb, Flitwick leaves the group in silence. Jannik stares at the three- no, two human and one Animagus in the form of a Golden Retriever waiting for his reaction.

“I’m not angry guys.” Jannik exhales. “Seriously.”

Jannik thinks - After all, what else could have happened right?

An owl flies in at this exact moment, a letter from his parents.

Dear Jan,

We were so happy to see you! We’re currently on our way to Greece, we’ll send you a postcard from there! Take care and we’ll write to you soon again.

P.S. Your dad hopes you didn’t get sick after that Pineapple Pizza you had.

Jannik has to grip the edge of the letter to make sure he wasn’t reading something else that was entirely ridiculous.

He hears a flurry of footsteps and looks up to find the back of a dog, cat and moose scrambling for the exit of Ravenclaw tower.

“Come back here!”

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #138 - Mini #4

Brain Curds Mini are... uh... what the fuck is this? Consider it a short ramble about whatever when I don't have the wherewithal to handle fiction or poetry. I'll be honest with you, these are not very good. But the hospital was worse.

I am so tired. You would be too if you had a gallon of acid running up and down your esophagus. It's impossible to sleep while digesting yourself - look it up.

I start to question why I'm writing these. They don't feel like normal Brain Curds at all. My whole rhythm is off. I lost my Wordle streak, too. I want to go home. I miss my family and my friends and my bed and my PC and my routines. Every five minutes someone barges into my hospital room for some reason or another.

Every single thing I do here feels awkward and wrong. I've been watching Netflix on my phone. On my phone. I feel dirty. Not just because I haven't had a real shower since Monday.

Even the pancakes taste wrong. I hate this. I know I won't regret this later, but I regret it now. I wish I had stayed home and done nothing. Like usual. At least I wouldn't be violently ill and discombobulated. It would have just been the normal kind of miserable. I was used to that.

Now my main task is not to throw up within the next hour. Secondly, I must not shit the bed. Please let this hell end.

[chloesimaginationthings]

I love Michael Afton's story in FNAF..

[dilfdicks]

cw: infidelity

gojo just can't bring himself to care that you're dating his best friend. he's had all the late night guy-talk sessions with suguru and he knows that the man doesn't treat you good enough in bed. suguru is always confiding in satoru about how you seem to fake your orgasms, and how long it takes him on the rare occasion he is able to make you cum. it's not like his friend is bad at sex, he just hasn't taken the time to learn your body.

you're so pretty, satoru knows you'd look so good wrapped around his cock. he can't believe your godly presence is wasted on a man that doesnt care to earn the ins-and-outs of your body.

so when you and suguru fight one day, satoru is the first to step in and offer you his comforts. a hand on your shoulder that aches to trickle down and squeeze at your tits. god you're so pretty when you're all teary eyed and vulnerable.

"he can't even make me finish," is a sentence that leaves your lips before you can stop it and god is satoru thankful for your slip up because otherwise he'd have no opportunity to move in.

you're taken aback when he kisses you, gentle and loving and not at all mean and hungry like he wants to. you pull back, shaking your head and mumbling about how this is wrong but your thighs are squeezing together and you chase his lips when gojo pulls back entirely.

you realise with a tearing guilt in your chest that you want this, to taste what the strongest is willing to give you. and whatever bad feelings pool in your heart are numbed for the time being when satoru hauls you onto your back and parts your knees with his hands.

he's a horrible friend, and you're a horrible partner, but he makes you cum twice on his tongue before even daring to push his dick into you. your orgasms are full bodied and eye-opening and a testament to your guilt because when satoru reaches over for a condom you stop him. you never took suguru raw, always made him wear a condom and pull out just to be safe: but in that moment you think you'd die if you weren't pumped full of his best friends cum.

and you might die, because the stretch of gojos girth is a shock to your system and you think the afterlife might not be so bad if it tastes like him. you take him fully after a few minutes to adjust and the rest is history: you're infatuated with the first stroke and in love with the second.

satoru fills you up with his cum after only a few minutes, though you don't mind his quick climax because you're at heel and cumming on his cock in the same minute. and he pulls out, lets his cum leak out of you onto the sheets beneath you before ramming his length into you again. and again. and again.

and all he can think about as he fucks you for the second (but not last) time of the night is how much better he is for you than suguru. and, if you're awful like he hopes you are and keep him around, how the next time you let suguru fuck you it's 'satoru' thats going to fall from your lips.

[baeshijima]

thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.

as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!

of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.

(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)

to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!

well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.

he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,

no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!

and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!

you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!

it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!

however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)

well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...

"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.

oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?

sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.

you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.

"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"

oh.

...oh.

perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...

(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.

well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)

[anonymouscheeses]

Gay reindeer gets ran overed by local conservative human /j

I frgot Kris's pimples and noelle's lil highlights but wtvr its alr this won't wake me up at night not at all >_<

Me making 900 ways to draw Noelle's damn face 😭 i have no idea what i wana do wit it. Like. Accurate? Cutesy? idk?!

[miniyellow5]

My mutual @the-god-of-pillows got me on that train to draw Ami and Sol as this ref picture

Don't regret it I think it's silly n cute and I went off in a side tangent on making them plushies. Also discussing their fashion choices hehe,

(I hope that I got Ami's right, cuz I sat there looking around for a good while. If it's not I'd like to learn a lil more of it! Cx)

[alicornze7]

uhm guys I think she’s losing it

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[iizubuzu]

Happy Splatoween. . .

my ko-fi!

i got this idea super last minute so ignore the quality

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[blackbat05]

Halloween Edition Costumes😬 (this is my own opinion)

Jannik: Detective Conan

Carlos: Gladiator (Russell Crowe ver)

Holger: Draco Malfoy

Jack: Eggsy (Kingsman)

Note: ATP Media Team??😬

[grimfantas]

under the same umbrella…? to hell with that! if i did that, um, it'd mean…w-we'd practically be like a couple!

[lilislegacy]

piper: after everything you two have been through over the last 25 years, what are the most terrifying and brutal beasts you guys have ever faced?

everyone leaning in, ready for a good story:

percy: oh that would be our children

annabeth: *nodding slowly with wide eyes as she has flashbacks*

[silentgrim]

a whole month dedicated to ✨her✨