#regal mf

[simping-for-red-flags]

Holy shit !!!! He's so ughhhh(/pos)

preview of what i have been working on for nearly a week (bram!!!)

ever since the last chapter he's been in my brain so i decided to give him a fancy outfit

(should i make his armor gold colored???)

[jangmi-latte]

https://x.com/twst_jp/status/1867147382728622163

Watch the youtube

I GOT THE WHOLE VID UNDER VPN AND I WAS TALKING ABOUT THAT HERE!!! THANK YOU FOR SHOWING IT TO ME AKJLSHDUHDFNCLUJSHRF I'M LOSING MY SHIT THE VAS TALKING IN THEIR TWST VOICES LIVE IS WRECKING MY SKELETON I'M BLUESCREENING 👺👺👺👺👺SEEING KAZUKI KATO SPEAK LIKE MALLEUS IS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA kaname futaba doing jamil's braids i love them so much they're so passionate about twst 😭😭😭😭 atsushi tamaru being just as refined as azul i'm screaming

i need this dvd in my live even though i barely understand japaneseKUJSAHFDNLUKSHFSF lilia and silver hosting in the first part then ace and deuce at the second bites my toenails hiroki aiba speaks so softly mf is this what vil sounds like if he speaks softly...YUICHIRO UMEHARA SOUNDS SO REGAL MF AND HIS NATURAL LAUGH I REALLY CAN'T UNHEAR LEONA THEN WE HAVE YOJIRO ITOKAWA WHO DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ROOK AT ALL AJHJHSDJHASHDA I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

so they only showed a preview of absolutely beautiful mv and glorious masquerade. i believe there's more but here's mal, azul, and idia on the big screen!!!

[eepyracc]

Beel continues to be my absolute favourite 💯

Forever supporting my unhinged man 🙋‍♀️ look at this regal looking mf every word he says makes me weak

[hausofmamadas]

JOHNNY DAVIS | Cheers to a (real) wild one

The Bikeriders (2023)

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At the request of my beloved df (dear friend) @narcolini, who wrote this fucking FIIIIREEEEEEEE disgusting, amazing, beautiful, ridiculous, obscenely and downright upsettingly well-written Johnny Davis x Reader fic -> called white room, and also brought my attention to the s e v e r e lack of Johnny gifs out on the interwebs, I am hereby dumping some of my fav Johnny moments from The Bikeriders aka just S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders for grownups nvm that they’re contemporary stories shshhhhh shhh it still works. So that we may all join hands together in a kumbayah-my-lordt prayer circle to levitate to the ceiling chanting spells appreciate and enjoy and gaze creepily lovingly at his beautiful, grizzled bisexually lovestruck sweet bb angel face that launched a thousand choppers eat your heart out Helen you got nothin on our golden boy and so that my df (dear friend) might regale us with additional installments of possibly the most in-character fanfic I’ve read in my life bc this man is in their bones, yall, dejame do TELLLL you like seriously go check it out, pls and thnku.

And so, without further ado I present to you the tumblr equivalent of my 7th grade diorama honoring golden boy, Johnny Davis:

Yeah, so this👇here is just him being fucking perfect and adorable, laughing at his malewife Benny’s red-light/stop-sign-running shenanigans, pretending like he’s not half as in love with him as he clearly is, him being so perfect it stuck in my memory, like gum to a subway seat and I knew, before I even got the request, before I even started screenrecording, that I was forsure, 1000000% gonna gif these

This👇here is him being fucking perfect, gazing sexily from across the bar, pretending he ain’t the big man in charge, going over to assure a reasonably sketched out Kathy of her unequivocal safety in his bar, all rolling up his sleeves, casually slow-walking over, like he doesn’t own the damn place even tho he abs does, like idc if it’s not canon (tbh bc I only saw the movie twice) but no one will convince that man’s name is not on the deed to that bar bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

Oh this👇one right here is just him being a perfect fucking commiserate professional club leader, offering to fight some dude who was challenging Her Majesty’s crown bc Her Majesty won’t let said dude start a Milwaukee chapter get real Milwaukee, you don’t even go here even tho after the fight, Her Majesty Johnny’s just gonna fuckin let the dude start it anyway, he wants to test a homie’s dedication, bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

These ones👇here are just him being fucking dreamy and perfect, all enjoying a Sunday afternoon ride into the sunset with his malewife Benny the fam, hair blowing in the breeze, ain’t got a care in the world bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

This here👇is him being fucking perfect, doing his best Brando-mugging at the camera, cigarette expertly hanging out his mouth by a thread, eyebrows up nearly to his hairline, all squinting like he about to fail a vision test at the DMV n giving them no choice but to take his driver’s license away, except jokes on them bc nothing and I mean n o t h i n g can keep him away from these mean streets or from his girlfriend that’s he knows is way too cool for him, Benny bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

This here👇is him being fucking perfect and positively heartbroken getting the news that his malewife has been attacked by some clowns in a bar from my malewife, a one Ponyboy-coded, Mr. Cal from California aka Boyd Holbrook in greaser drag and I normally am so not for blondies but by god am I here for that and plotting his inevitable revenge on those no-good mfs who did his girl so dirty, nearly taking away her ability to ride bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is

This here👇is him being fucking perfect exacting said vengeance on behalf of his malewife, Benny aka The Girl Everyone Wants To Take To The Prom by finding the dudes who beat him up and then setting the bar on fire for good measure bc gottdammmititfkdjd nobody messes with MAH WOMAN bc that’s the kinda guy Johnny is. It’s also him hilarious with the comedic timing like look at how funny his face is just telling Brucie to burn it down SKSKSK

And this here👇is him being fucking perfect, watching the world burn enjoying the fruits of his labor, a Labor Of Love in fact, bc that’s the kinda fuckin guy Johnny is

And what’s more gold than that, right guys?? Never change. Stay gold, Johnny. Stay gold.

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taglist: @drabbles-mc, @when-did-this-become-difficult, @complete-nonsequitur, @ashlingiswriting since yall read the fic

[sapphicdib]

🪰: What character portrayl do you hate the most?

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Well of course my obvious answer is Sig, but we’ve all heard that rant a billion times so I’m going to talk about something new this time…

i hate the way ppl think that like, “regal suns” is a shitty interpretation of their character. i think it’s a way of characterizing him from pebbles’ point of view, who idolized and respected xem. they represent this figure in his life that he sees as stability, and has power that he lacks, and most importantly ISNT moon. so i like the idea that xe appears put together and “regal” on the outside but is of course, a shivering wet cat of a mf in underneath it. like, they had to at least have some more commanding qualities, otherwise pebbles probably wouldn’t have respected his opinion as much bc pebbs gives off the vibe of someone who doesn’t give a shit about people he perceives as stupid.

i don’t get why people just make suns this uwu cat dad with the biggest wettest eyes. they are still to blame. not to mention i don’t even think he LIKED spearmaster all that much until that journey. not that i don’t like him BEING a pathetic lil guy, because on some level xe is, but some people take it so far im just like bro how the fuck would pebbles have ever respected this guy enough to consider him a mentor in the first place if they’re like THIS?

sapph hot take

[bucknastysbabe]

Sleepover Challenge - C.Cole

Prompts

20: “take off your clothes” 77: “want help with that”

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Criston likes to make his insane Targ gf jealous, toxic couple, jealousy, self depreciation, couple’s spats as foreplay, world building, au Criston ditches to Essos with a diff Targ, pnv!sex, rough sex, degredation kink, erotic choking, talkin bout FEELINGS, fluffy toward the end

A/N: I used an OC (random timing I know) but she’s Aemond’s twin. To make a long mf story short: they ditched the war and went to Essos to start a mercenary company. If you enjoy two toxic insane people there’s more of them on my page xoxo

Taglist: @bambitas @valeskafics @fairysluna @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @targaryenbarbie @sugarpoppss2

Thanks and shoutout to @targaryen-dynasty ❣️

The princess narrowed her eyes, calculating how many ways she could kill her other half. Skysinger flew overhead, blending in with the clouds. Valaerys knew they would have to take shit jobs to build a credible reputation. Currently their company ranks included Criston, a Qohorik bowman, a pair of exiled Northern hedge knights, and the once enslaved pit fighter from Astapor. Not a bad crew. Especially when one has a dragon.

This particular entourage was idiotic. She could’ve hoisted the Volantene quim onto the dragon and be done with it. There, the dainty little thing was dropped off in in Braavos. But no. Criston insisted on the gold they would get protecting the passage of Volantene Triarch’s daughter as she traveled to Braavos to meet a sea-lord’s son.

Valaerys Targaryen didn’t like the girl at all. She was vapid and moony eyed for her lover. Criston, the cunt, seemed to enjoy the attentions— smiling and regaling the girl’s questions in fine Valyrian. He picked up the language quite well, surprisingly. Bastard Valyrian dialects weren’t so stiff on pronunciations.

The travel was long and agitating, boring truly. Criston and Valaerys’ small company only slaughtered some weak bandits near old Rhoynar ruins. They traveled on the black Valyrian roads, all on horses. The way the triarch’s daughter clung to Criston and thanked him with big lavender eyes after they killed the bandits made the former princess see red. She needed to punch something. Quick.

Their protected charge was too pretty. Jealousy burned within the Targaryen’s chest as she stewed on it. The girl was all delicate features and soft curves, utterly gorgeous. Nothing like Valaerys lanky frame, long nose, and boring straight hair. Merlot colored eyes stared into the campfire, pouty lips downturned.

Criston sidled up to his princess, nosing playfully at her cheek with a kiss. She glared and pointedly ignored the knight. Morak— the pit fighter— began to grin at the pair of them. He continued to eat and chuckle. Criston murmured lowly “What’s gotten stuck into your craw?” He settled his warm hand high up on her thigh, sliding inwards teasingly.

Valaerys grumbled absently while chewing on rations, keeping her face forward, focusing on not shivering from Criston’s big hand on her thigh. So close to where she wanted his irritating smiley face. Instead she hissed right back at him. “Don’t you need to go watch over the doll in her fancy tent? Make sure she doesn’t have any nightmares?”

The knight’s thoughts went two different ways. His pride puffed with Val’s obvious jealousy, seeking to push her a bit farther, she was something else when angered. Criston’s other side grew annoyed at her bratty behavior. He was merely being chivalrous with the noble girl, practicing his conversational Valyrian more than anything.

The Essosi girl definitely wanted a piece of him, Criston was not that dumb, but he was dumb enough to enjoy stoking his true love’s fiery temper. He rolled dark eyes at Morak, turning back to invade his pretty girl’s space. She scooted farther away, brows furrowing.

“You’re really this upset? We’re doing a job, I’m merely providing good service so we gain notoriety. You could stand to be a bit kinder,” he said. Cole’s lips grazed her ear as he admonished the angry woman. She flushed and eyed him, whispering back angrily, “Good service is coddling and carrying the mewling kitten around? She’s pretty, I get it.”

The princess slapped his big hand away from her thigh, stomping off to go see what Skysinger was up to. Criston called once, “Valaerys! Get back here!” Val was too pissed off to deal with him. Unfortunately there were familiar footsteps catching up, the knight snatching her around the midsection, pulling up close.

He rumbled, “You’re being fucking dramatic, when have I ever strayed from you?”

Valaerys wanted to sink into his body, relax and kiss those soft lips of his, catch the warm gleam in dark eyes. But she was horribly set in her head, properly offended. Criston pinched at her hip, seeking an answer.

“You’ve been by her side the entire time, maybe I could ride with the girl for once? Put the two Barrowton idiots beside her horse. You like the new cunt? Younger and richer? More power?”

Criston’s own temper flared, quickly stepping back to point a finger at the prickly blonde as he raved, “Fine then. Ride with the girl! Maybe you’ll learn some manners after all this godsdamn time! She sure has them.”

“Oh fuck you Criston!”

“If I did would you stop being such a venomous bitch?” He retorted right back, smug at her reddened face under the moonlight. Valaerys scoffed, lips trembling before continuing her quest to visit her winged beast. The ex-hand was going to show her what she thought was occurring. He stood with clenched fists, turning on his foot to sit back at the fire.

He stopped one more time, debating on whether to try again. The brunette shook his head— no, the princess wouldn’t change her mind after this spat.

Loroi was quiet, like most Qohorik. He had a fox-like face and gleaming dark eyes. Criston sat back onto the ground, angrily slugging some fermented shite from the wineskin. Loroi asked in poor common tongue “You two are…heated this trip?” Morak laughed brashly, explaining in his bastard Valyrian, “You’ve never seen a lover’s spat bowman?”

Ser Garett snorted, “They just find ways to be mad so,” his friend Ser Kendal finished, “So to spice up the fuckin’.”

Then they all burst into laughter. Criston grimaced. His princess was indeed quite angry. Not the fun way the men were mentioning either. Maybe once she rode with the fellow Valyrian things would ease up. He really didn’t enjoy seeing the princess so angered she wasn’t ready to fuck, that’s how it always went with them.

Ser Cole sighed as the Triarch’s daughter fought with the horse’s saddle. Yesterday’s ride did not go as he preferred. Valaerys made an effort to speak to the fellow blonde. Which was quite the effort considering how she already perceived the girl— a threat. The Volantene noble seemed dismissive of the dragonrider, pointedly talking to him instead.

His Val didn’t speak a word afterward and for the rest of the night beside dropping acrid backhanded insults.

Ser Criston Cole was laying it on thick in the meantime, drawing on that easy charm he held when prancing around tourneys in King’s Landing. Cole practically cooed, “Need help with that my lady?” The spoilt child seemed to enjoy Westerosi customs. She nodded eagerly, blushing, lilac eyes shiny with awe. Leaning over and straightening out the straps with a quick snap, Cole’s hand grazedacross her soft arm in the process.

Valaerys immediately slowed her horse’s gait, lips downturned as she rode in stride with Loroi. He could feel the heat on the back of his head. Hell, she might call Skysinger down. The Volantene babbled as they neared Braavos, the giant statue appearing on the horizon.

Criston helped her down the horse, kissing her ringed hand, leading the blonde to the manse of the Sealord. He was on an ego trip, his contemptuous lover growing more agitated by the second. The ex-princess completed the transaction, gaining extra gold for ‘the knight’. Valaerys stormed out when the Triarch’s daughter laid her plush lips on Criston’s stubbled cheek.

The Targaryen was planning murder. The rest focused to find a nice inn and rest for a night or two before returning to home base in Qohor. They managed to find a nice one, a bustling bar covered in colorful streamers on the street level.

Val ordered for three rooms. Criston relaxed a bit— worried he may have gone too far to fuck with her.

They drank, Cole making multiple attempts to talk to his lover. Valaerys narrowed her dark eyes at him, a bit drunker than he expected, cheeks prettily flushed. She bit out sourly “Do you find yourself enamored with every bitch with blonde hair and purple eyes on the planet?” Gritting her sharp jaw she shoved at Criston, eyes calculating.

He couldn’t help but grin at her behavior. Sometimes Criston smiled when he was agitated, heated for a fight. He snatched the leggy blonde over and pressed his face close to hers, laughing, “You truly are envious! We left our old lives together, you’re smarter than that, girl.”

She bit his bottom lip, rasping, “Flirty asshole, smiling and playing Ser Cole, fuck you,” her hands gripped at his waist while kissing him roughly, “Get your ass to the room.” Criston took his ass up to the room, the princess close behind, lobbing insults.

As soon as the door closed and locked behind them, Valaerys shoved the knight into the wall, cursing. “Take your clothes off. Fucking prick. You think it’s so funny to play with me like that? Made me feel like a godsdamn ninny, moping over how pretty she was.”

Val stepped back to shuck off her boots. Criston felt a bit afraid for what was to come but his cock was harder than the Smith’s hammer. He loved his princess like this, still grinning as he divested his armor and clothes.

“Why the fuck are you smiling? You’re lucky!”

The former Kingsguard was used to a little manhandling from his lover but she was raw aggression, shoving him flat onto the bed and crawling atop, slapping his cheek and barking, “Shit-stirrer. You knew I was upset!” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t whimper a bit.

“I should just get myself off on your thigh and leave you dry,” she hissed.

Criston tried to grovel a bit, his hands batted away from those gorgeous thighs. He pled, “Val, come on, I was merely playing to piss you off. That child was a babbling idiot.” Her dark wine colored eyes softened a hair— face turning back to anger.

“Well you’ve succeeded in pissing me off, Cole. Slut. You’re a slut. No better than the whores flashing their tits on the Street of Silk for a little coin.”

She plastered her pale body against his tanned, wet cunt sliding over his poor cock. Criston choked on his breath, eyes flashing in excitement. He breathed, “It excites me when you get angry my love, I went too far. Quit, let’s fuck it out.”

She slapped him again, lips crashing against his own, pussy grinding against him as she rocked her hips. Criston groaned and Valaerys’ tongue slid right in, twisting with his own, the pair in a frenzy. The tip of his cock kept catching against her slick opening, begging, “C’mon— Valaerys, please, I- ah- apologize. You’re the love of my life!”

She whined softly, demanding afterward, “Keep talking, oh gods, keep fucking talking.”

Criston was going to lose his mind, his soaked cock half-enveloped in her warmth but not sunken in that tight cunt. He panted and writhed, fisting his hands in the sheets. The knight knew he sounded embarrassingly needy as he kept apologizing.

“Pretty baby, fucking shit, you’re so gorgeous. Those legs, pretty lips, how your cute little tits f-feel on me— that other slut wouldn’t stand ahhaaah- chance! Lemme touch you, need it.”

Valaerys cried out and grabbed his bigger hands to massage at her tits, rutting her pussy frantically across Criston’s swollen cock. She placed both hands on his shoulders for balance, cursing and trembling as she grew closer. He always knew her signs.

“M’gonna cum on your filthy cock, you attention whore,” she groaned throatily.

“Please, please, please,” Criston panted.

Tweaking at her nipples had the angered dragon fall apart babbling and clenching. His own release was closer than expected— but Criston wanted her cunt so bad. He begged, “Mm, Val, sweetling, my favorite girl, let me fuck you, I’ll do whatever you want, just!” He whined sharply, frustration clouding coherency.

The blonde smiled teasingly, blissed out and fuck drunk. She patted Criston’s cheek to jape “That’s right, remember whose pussy this is?” She moved upward, muscles flexing in her thighs. Taking ahold of the knight’s prick she continued, “Whose cock it’s only fit for. Don’t do it again or I ought to make you a eunuch.”

Criston’s eyes rolled up when she enveloped his aching cock— groaning pitiful and high. Valaerys rasped his name, hands locking around the tender skin of his throat. He saw the twisted look in her eyes, possessive and eager. The knight knew he was getting used. Thoroughly.

All the brunette did was hold onto her hips as he gasped and threw his head back, quiet sounds slipping out. Val’s strong thighs flexed as she rode him roughly, a moan pushed out on every wet slap of their skin— sweat and release.

“You like that Criston? You wanted me to be mad, fuck you into the bed?” She managed, blonde hair falling from a once meticulous braid. Criston whimpered when she tightened her hands, nodding a yes. Her sweet pussy pulled and massaged his cock, the quick movements bringing him closer and closer.

She leaned down to his gaping mouth, spitting into it with a pleased look. Criston swallowed, almost choking because of her hands. Val exclaimed, slapping his tanned flank with a praise, throwing her head back. He was twitching and trying his best to fuck back against swift movements, drinking in her exposed neck and pretty tits.

She tightened harder, gritting out, “You’re fucking mine, best heed that, Ser Cole.”

The knight’s mouth hung open as she placed pressure on the sides of tender throat, sending his head into a tizzy. His hips helplessly stuttered as he tensed, lips stretched around a silent cry, Criston came so hard his vision went blank. Floating in rapture before coming back still in the throes.

Valaerys let go and came right along as his pumps of hot seed coated her tight cunt. Criston sucked in a breath before exhaling out a sob, then a slurry of moans and whines— stimulated and assaulted by utter ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her pale waist and yanked the Princess against him, riding out his orgasm, panting wetly against her pulsing neck.

She curled a hand in his dark hair, breathing rapid from her exertions. Criston’s cock gave a last pitiful jerk, the pair both whining. Silence enveloped the room besides breath and the occasional soft sound. The knight knew he needed to say something. Stagnancy filled the room as quickly as the pleasure settled down.

He rolled them to the side, cock sliding out in the process, Criston’s chest swelling at the ruined mess of his love’s cunt. Dark eyes met the familiar grape-like color. He cradled her face, stroking a sharp cheekbone. Her lashes fluttered, arm tightening around his torso.

“Valaerys,” he paused to swallow, “I apologize for upsetting you…behaving childishly. But do know you’re the only one who holds my heart, my soul, the one who holds me together. I should not have made you feel otherwise, my love.”

Val’s face twisted a little, emotions welling up. She was terrible with expressing them; always disliked tears from anyone. She murmured, “She was beautiful. You were being the gallant knight and I wondered— I wondered what it was like to be pretty for you.” She sniffed and rolled her eyes, “That was fucking stupid, I didn’t feel secure. I know I’m a bitch and look like my damn brother, no curves either. Then she comes along and reminds me of it.”

Criston frowned, finding himself chiding her like he did back in Westeros, “I don’t give a rats ass about that or the idiot child, I like you the way you are. You’re beautiful to me covered in ash and dirt, blood, still banging your fists on the training post and yelling at Aegon. In leggings and chain mail.”

She smiled a bit, getting clingier, how he knew Val was feeling loved. He hummed, kissing her soft lips gentle. The princess sniffled, “I love you. So much.”

Criston replied, “And I love you, stubborn wench. Forgot to include that trait of your twin, Targaryen. I’m yours.” Besides, she handled jealousy much better than he did. A dead body or two might be lain around Essos from staring too long, or that one making her laugh with a jape. Oh, such was the nature of their love.

[kaezerdoodles]

Dan Phantom HCs I have that get progressively more Unhinged

(You may or may not agree- discussion and questions are welcomed. All pre- AGIT)

He’s has a FrostFire core- endothermic fire (fire that absorbed heat rather than emit it)

He still adores the stars and space (I mean think about it- with most human life gone the stars are so much more visible)

Dan IS Danny- Phantom absorbed Plasmius, gaining his powers but also the emotions that comprise him (as ghosts are emotion based beings). He is twisted, fucked up, evil Danny

He IS Refined Savagery- poise and almost regal at times but also fucking feral

That man is touch STARVED- please for the love of god, someone give him a hug

He growls behind his words- especially when he’s angry (like Megatron from Michael Bays’ Transformers) It adds to how inhuman he is

That mf purrs and you know it

His ears are emotive and sensitive, give them a good rub and he melts

He sings when he thinks he’s alone and I’m talkin he sounds like David Draiman singing The Sound of Silence (you can’t tell me he wouldn’t have a beautiful singing voice with that baritone)

His forked tongue is long, thick and rough- more like a lizard than a snake

That mf is a sexual deviant- I don’t feel he’d go so far as to force himself on someone but I wouldn’t be surprised if he FUCKS

Dan is a cannibal- he eats other ghosts for sustenance. And I’m talking “ripping them apart” eating them (not vore- but I wouldn’t put it past him)

[baxndaid]

kamisato ayato x reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! i still hate him NEWS FLASH!! but idk he’s hot // short and kinda crack fic ngl

✧ you work with Thoma as a personal maid for Ayato

✧ let’s be real you don’t do anything like LMFAOO you just stand near him and look pretty and get money 😋

✧ poor thoma, he does all the work

✧ NOT poor y/n tho they get paid for goddamn nothing

✧ although you don’t necessarily do all the traditional work such as cleaning and cooking, you, what you like to call, babysit

✧ babysit who you ask?

✧ stupid idiot ayato that’s who

✧ despite being older than his sister, who’s an angel to work with, ayato never misses an opportunity to run his pretty mouth

✧ when you first joined, you always found him quite intimidating

✧ moment he started talking, that intimidation evaporated from thin air

✧ it’s always the latest gossip from him and he does it all in such a slow, regal way, a way that makes it seem like he’s saying something so important that you just need to listen at all costs

✧ no he’s just talking about how itto accidentally sat on his beetle the other day and cried for 3 days straight

✧ once you both get comfortable with each other, nothing changes drastically

✧ if your alone, he may drape an arm around your waist while doing paperwork, sit you on his lap, or just give you quick pecks on your ear while he whispers something trivial to you

✧ you swore that mf had an electro vision with how fast he can change what he’s doing and how he’s doing it

✧ like one minute he’s all over you and the second ayaka steps in, it’s back to his regular, semi-professional state

✧ ayaka defo knew tho you are NOT quiet at all

✧ the walls are quite literally paper thin y/n 💋

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Took a break from Irona, and continued Dagmar’s playthrough which uhhhh lasted approximately 17 hours so far?

Was typing this earlier while I was out, so this entry will be a little scattered, but MAN you know a game has its hooks on you when I ended up playing my girl for hours on end just to see what happens next; I’ve already seen so many new scenes that give existing sequences in EA a lot more flavour. Take Wyll’s entrance during the Emerald Grove gate battle:

The fight actually pauses midway and cuts into this swashbuckling mf making his grand entrance oozing so much charm not unlike The Princess Bride’s Cary Elwes XD

Speaking of Wyll, he changed voice actors between EA and the current release version. Personally it didn’t take long at all for me to get used to Theo Solomon…he fits in very well in the role, so the transition didn’t feel jarring to me.

Also, I really like subclassing Wyll into Pact of the Blade, it makes him really versatile to switch between Melee (Hello, proficiency in rare enchanted Giant Axe!) and Ranged (EEEEEELDRITCH BLAST, PEW PEW) depending on my needs on the battlefield.

Back to my homegirl; I am enjoying how Light Armor are designed. Dagmar started with basic Ranger leather armor:

Then I upgraded her drip to Padded Armor +1. Wasn't too keen on the default turquoise, so one Muddy Red dye later it looks more slick and regal imo:

(I love that there's a Goblin Slayer-esque option while trying to cheer up the Tiefling kids at the grove.)

But I ended up fitting her into The Oak Father's Embrace (Dwarves have medium armor proficiency, woo! And also dyed in which shade I can't remember) so she can get that Radiant damage bonus against undead and beasts:

(She just had Astarion poison the drink at the Goblin Camp, hence her self-satisfied smirk here.)

I'm thinking that if I want to update this journal regularly, I will do so as non-linear as possible because on certain days I'd like to write about whatever impressions strike my fancy as I play. So just a head's up that entries will be in non-chronological order; I will tag them according to Acts instead, which you can access from the sidebar. I hope this works for you as the reader!

Now I'm off to continue this playthrough :D

[flabby-flattie-fatties]

Muse list

Hi everyone, it's me, Kit. You might remember me from my blog Gasping-Tubby-Cuties.

I sadly deleted that blog when I got hit by an awful depression attack, but I'm better now, and willing to give this another shot if you would welcome me (Though I understand if you don't).

Thanks for reading, now, onto the gals

Just a head's up, all the muses are bottom heavy. However, if asked for, their shapes can be changed nwn

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Sombra: 5'2, 990 pounds

Mercy: 5'3, 980 pounds

Widowmaker: 5'4, 700 pounds

Tracer: 5'2, 775 pounds. In denial

Moira: 6'4, 120 pounds. Feeder.

Moira is the new leader of the NeoOverwatch organization. This is only a fancy name of her business though, in reality, the facility serves to keep her fatties in check and well fed. She makes sure they keep getting fatter and recording them most of the time to sell their videos in her website. All that food, clothes, and research have to be paid somehow.

LEAGUE

Battle Bunny Miss Fortune: 5'1, 600 pounds. Fatty in denial being fattened up in secret.

Battle Bunny Zeri: 5'1, 450 pounds. She wanted to help Miss Fortune lose weight, so now she got caught up in a fattening trap.

Battle Cat Jinx: 5'4, 200 pounds. One of MF's feeders, she does sometimes snack though.

Battle Bat Vayne: 5'6, 250 pounds. The brains of the operation, it was her idea to fatten Sarah and then Zeri. However, she has a hard time not eating part of the products

Battle Bunny Aurora: 5'5, 210 pounds. Secretary who works at the Anima Squad HQ; she discovered a sudden influx of money tied to the sudden growth of all the girls and is now investigating it. Addicted to snacking, especially when busy.

Vex: 4'0, 800 pounds.

Tristana: 4'3, 800 pounds.

Poppy: 4'7, 800 pounds.

Lulu: 4'0, 80 pounds. Lulu is a crazy feeder. Her lust of fatties went to the point that she fattened up every woman in Bandle City up to immobility. Now, she lives with her 3 wives friends, making sure they are all as lazy and obese as possible, while also giving them loads of love. She is not above fattening up any girl that catches her eye.

Caitlyn: 5'1, 800 pounds. A pure ball of lard with pathetic stamina, even worse willpower, and in deep denial. Barely mobile.

VI: 6'5, 200 pounds (pure muscle). VI used to be a fatty, however, Caitlyn took it on herself to help her lose weight by eating her food. Now, Vi is a pure beefcake who lives to pamper, spoil, and keep her beloved princess fat and in denial.

PERSONA

Ann & Rise: 5'4 and 5'2, 300 pounds and 280 pounds respectively. Ann developed a fat fetish when she went to the US. Ever since, she has been trying to fatten herself up. Rise is her modeling partner in roommate, and sadly for her, being around someone who eats so much junk is affecting her own body.

Naoto: 5'3, 320 pounds. A detective trying her best to make a living in the world. However, her love for sweets and junk food lead her to quite a few embarrassing scenarios in front of her fellow officers. Things that only seem to get worse as she gets fatter.

Miscellaneous

Hilda (fire Emblem 3H): 5'0 (that's not even me, she is that short in canon), 150 pounds. Lazy and spoiled brat who will do everything to avoid any kind of physical work

Ivy (Fire Emblem Engage): 5'8, 180 pounds. Regal and proper queen, married to Alear. She is very formal and eloquent, however, gets embarrassed easily and becomes a stammering and blushing mess. Deeply afraid of ghosts. Looks after Alear by eating all the offerings for the Divine One.

[twsthc]

twst character playlists 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: i have bad music taste. also a lot of nightcore. sorry.

last updated: october 10, 2023

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Riddle: Bôa - Twilight , Laufey - Let You Break My Heart Again , Nakaniwano Shoujyotachi - SHISHAMO

i was thinking about putting in regal classical music or something, but its like, the whole point of riddle is hes a KID and that was taken from him

this is what he sounds like on the inside; a sad teenager lmao

Ace: Estelle - American Boy , Pharrell williams - Hug me , Bruno Mars & Cardi B - Finesse

teenage boy pilled

HUG ME! BRING IT IN! WOOO!!

Deuce: Beastie Boys - Fight for Your Right , Childish Gambino - Girls Look Better , ROAR - Christmas Kids , Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

2 people simultaneously agreed hed listen to the Beastie Boys in my discord so here we are!!

Cater: Azelia Banks - ANNA WINTOUR , Magdalena Bay - How to Get Physical , Katy Perry - California Gurls , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Azelia and Beyonce are in there cuz pop culture and cater and blah blah blah

i personally think hes a nightcore avril lavigne kid

Trey: BTS - 134340 , Sion - lies , Hyeln Joo - Hair Cut (미장원)

i would give you some super deep and understandable reason for these but.

idk!!! it just sounds like trey. this is what he sounds like.

🥩🎶

Leona: A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation , MF DOOM - Hoe Cakes , Sade - Smooth Operator , Kendrick Lamar - We Cry Together

i had to consult the african council (my dad) for this one

ATCQ of course, and Sade because my dad asked politely

Ruggie: GROOVY - Jersey Luv , Tay-K I <3 My Choppa , Lil Gnar - Sticky Rice , Odetari x 9lives - I LOVE YOU HOE

i dont have to explain myself to you

(hes african american boy coded)

Jack: Ice Cube - It Was A Good Day , Micheal Jackson - Rock With You , Bell Biv Devoe - Poison , De La Soul - Me Myself and I

i think he would be into oldies and ruggie would tease him for it

micheal jackson stan

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Azul: ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! , Dalida - Love In Portofino , Caravan Palace - Lone Digger , Caro Emerald - Tangled Up (Lokee Remix)

old sounding music for the "nostalgia" (he wasn't even born during these eras)

the songs that play at the lounge and it kinda got stuck in his head

he fantasizes about preforming these songs in drag btw

Jade: Antonia Carlos Jobim - Girl From Ipanema , Laufey - From the Start , CAPSULE - TICTAC

songs he listens to on long hikes while thinking about violence

Floyd: 41 minutes of Roblox music , Megurine Luka - Tako Luka Maguro Fever , Euday L. Bowman - Twelfth Street Rag , ₳С₴łĐ₳ - PRIVET PRIVET 2009 ST

haha get it spongebob music because hes a fish

(gets booed off stage)

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Kalim: Serani Poji -Pipo Pipo , 레드벨벳 - Day 1 , takeshi abo - LEASE , MAXIMUM THE HORMONE - ChuChu Lovely...

cutie patootie happy-go-lucky songs

i feel like Takeshi Abo - LEASE is what goes through his head on loop 24/7

Jamil: Paramore - Renegade , Bôa - Duvet , beabadoobee - the perfect pair , LeTigreWorld - Deceptacon , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Paramore - Renegade was actually a recommendation! thank you yorick :3

otherwise i think rock/soft heartbroken songs go well with him

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Vil: Lana Del Rey - Doin' Time , Magdalena Bay - Killshot , Kitty Kallen - It's Been a Long, Long Time , Mitski - Liquid Smooth

queen. flawless. stilettos. category: bad bitch.

too classy for this world, forever that girl

Epel: KYLE - Don't Wanna Fall In Love , Ram Jam - Black Betty , WHAM! - Everything She Wants , Hot Freaks - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

a mix of older and newer songs i guess

i hc he works on a family farm (for fun and allowance). hed be blasting Black Betty in his left airpod while wrestling a sheep in the mud

music taste slightly influenced by deuce and jack methinks

Rook: Vendredi sur Mer - Écoute chérie , Camille - Le Festin , ラムのラブソング , Shelly Duvall - He Needs Me

you know i had to do it to em

okay but these songs unironically fit rook to me idk

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Idia: 【らき☆すた】スーパーアハアハデラックス , 初音PV新作くるみ☆ぽんちお.flv , Caramella Girls - Caramelldansen , 6arelyhuman - Hands up!

the first one represents how i hc he listens to those 16 year old anime tohou remixes on a daily. he injects them into his veins.

nico nico douga war veteran. u u uma uma...

Ortho: Nanoray - DesktopBuddy , METAROOM - S.N.U.F.F.Y

cute and electronic sounding songs!!

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Malleus: Malice Mizer - Ma Chérie , this entire playlist , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird , NASTYONA - My September ,

being honest idk much about malleus

all i know is he would listen to malice mizer and he is gay

Silver: The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable now , Burn The Ballroom - Kiss Me You Animal , Wienners - GOD SAVE THE MUSIC

lilia influenced his music taste a lot

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: Mothy - ヴェノマニア公の狂気 , MASA WORKS DESIGN - 狐の嫁入り , Kenshi Yonezu - KICK BACK

trying to stay true to his war general roots while also remembering hes a gamer otaku thing now...

also hes in the "light" music club so

[spearsndragons]

Before she could finish, Rhaegar’s voice cut through the argument. It was the most regal and commanding Rhaella had heard from her eldest child in a long time. “I love her,” Rhaegar said intensely. “I love Elia. I love the children she gave me. It is why I crowned her my queen. It has nothing to do with distinctions.”

am i the only one who noticed he said "love", and not "loved". mf relly said that in front of his wife, and i find it hilarious and kinda sad to know that rhaegar practically pays more attention to balerion than he does to aegor.

rhae is the master of cognitive dissonance

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

HPB, Chapter 4 - Christmas in the Country

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: none?

Masterlist

Word Count: ~6,300

Note: when I started this chapter it was just getting warm where I live, and I hate summer, so that's why this took so long

“Malfoy kissed you?” screeched Donna

You paced in front of the common room fireplace, still wearing your party dress from earlier in the evening. Donna and Yvette had immediately noticed something off and demanded answers.

“Keep your voice down!” you hissed. Alone in the common room with your friends, you were still wary of the sleeping Hufflepuffs surrounding you on all sides.

“Sorry.” Donna scrunched up her shoulders and whispered, “Malfoy kissed you?”

“Well,” you said, chewing your lip, “technically I kissed him.”

Yvette passed a hand over her face dramatically. “We’re going to need details, pronto.”

“And coco,” Donna declared, disappearing into the dormitory for her electric kettle (a marvelous muggle invention).

You pulled off your shoes, and continued pacing barefoot.

Herbert came through the common room door, disheveled and annoyed.

“What the heck?” he asked you. “Where’d you go?”

Donna came back in the room with the kettle. “I am making coco, and then she’s going to explain. Sit.”

Herbert obeyed, confused, and waited patiently for Donna to produce coco. There were no electric outlets in Hogwarts, as the kitchens were run by house elves who had no need of electricity, so Donna’s mother had sent her along with a kettle, and a small hand cranked generator for ‘camping’ - the muggle term for living temporarily in the woods. While Donna cranked, and the water heated, Herbert summarized his efforts of the evening.

“Ok,” Donna started, handing out steaming mugs of instant coco, “once again, from the top please.”

You faced your friends, the warmth of the fire at your back, and your stomach flipped at the words you’d have to say again.

“I kissed Malfoy,” you mumbled.

Herbert blinked. “Sorry, what?” Yvette and Donna dissolved into a fit of giggling. “Seriously, what did I miss?”

You frowned, defeated, and sat on the floor. “I stormed out of Slughorn’s party, I found Malfoy, I grabbed him by his stupid tie, and my plan was to yell at him a lot. And instead,” you threw your hands up in the air, “I kissed him. Just planted one on him.” You drew your knees to your chest and hid your face in your skirt.

Herbert pressed, “And? What’d he do?”

“Hf kffed mf bef.”

“One more time?”

“He kissed me back, okay? And then I did what any sane witch would do, and ran away.”

“Ok, but how was it?” Yvette asked. “I have to know.” You didn’t answer, as the heat in your cheeks started to become unbearable. “Oh my god. It was good, wasn’t it?”

“Uh huh,” you whimpered.

Donna asked, “What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, do you like him?” Herbert demanded.

“I don’t know!”

“But you kissed him,” he said flatly.

“Yep.”

“Why’d you do that if you didn’t like him?”

“Oh, because life wasn’t awkward enough.”

Yvette interrupted, “Clearly, Y/N has no idea what she’s talking about, but I think we should be talking about Mr. Tall, Blond and Moody.”

“Malfoy? What about him?”

“Well, if he kissed her back, he must like her!”

“Eh,” Herbert waffled, “maybe. It’s possible he was just surprised.”

Oh, god. What if you’d accosted him, and now he was regaling the whole Slytherin common room with the whole story, laughing at your girlish impulsivity and coming to many, many embarrassing conclusions.

“Herb, c’mon. You’re making it worse. If I surprised kissed you, would you be confused enough to kiss me back?”

Herbert sputtered, “That’s, I mean, it’s different.”

Donna, amused, asked, “How?”

You groaned, face still hidden behind your knees. While the prospect of teasing Herbert did threaten to lift your spirits, you needed this conversation to be about you for just another minute.

“Would it be terrible of me if I did?” you asked quietly.

Yvette frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I don’t love the idea that I’d be interested in someone who could call my friends… what he called you. Last year, I mean. And if I’m gonna date anyone I’d want them to like you, and you’d need to like them, but I don’t really see that happening.”

“So you do want to date him!” Donna exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes. “Can we focus on the issue at hand?”

“You mean Malfoy being an elitist and an overall git?” She waved a hand dismissively. “We already know that, but if you like him there must be something likable about him?” Draco Malfoy, likable?

Certainly not.

Herbert interrupted your train of thought, “In any case, it’s getting late.”

Yvette agreed, “And we’ll have lots of time over the holiday to hash out all of these romantic and complicated feelings of yours.” Herbert looked less than thrilled at the prospect, but only slightly less thrilled than you felt.

“I’m meeting Mum tomorrow in Hogsmeade, to do a little last minute shopping before Christmas,” you sighed. “Any requests from Honeydukes?”

“Acid pops for me,” said Yvette.

“Liquorice wands if they’ve got any,” said Donna.

“D’you think your step-father will have made his cauldron cakes?” asked Herbert. You nodded. “Then I’ll happily await those. I’m already packed.”

Morning arrived cold after a fitful night sleep. Wilbur had settled on your chest, and was purring softly, waiting for his regular treat once you woke up.

The village of Hogsmeade had been wrapped in a snowy blanket overnight, and the wreathed doors of the shops were dusted with the white glittering powder. You spotted your mum huddled under the awning in front of the Three Broomsticks, rubbing her hands together in the cold, watching the passersby for you.

Her eyes found you and lit up. “There she is!” she called, trotting up to hug you. “How is my little shrivelfig?”

“Mum,” you choked through the strength of the embrace.

She released you, and herded you into the Three Broomsticks. “We’ve got time for a butterbeer and I could use a warm up. Tell me all about your classes, I want to hear everything!”

The both of you settled at a table and drank your butterbeers, while you complained to your mum about the upcoming O.W.L.s.

Eventually, the conversation made it around to Transfiguration. “But I can transfigure a hedgehog into a pin cushion now,” you said.

“Almost, anyway. It still snuffles a bit, but it certainly looks like one.”

“Ah,” she replied, “so the tutoring is going well then?”

Thankfully, your cheeks were already flushed from the cold, because you had absolutely not meant to bring up tutoring, or the Slytherin doing the tutoring.

“Yes, it’s fine. It’s good.”

She smiled and patted your hand. “Now, I’m sure you’re ready for a break from school and talk of it. Gladrags or Honeydukes first, do you think? Julien needs a new cloak and there’s one in the window I think he may like.”

“Let’s do that first then.”

Gladrags Wizardwear was packed full of other students doing last minute Christmas shopping amidst the festive garlands and sprigs of holly that decorated the shop. You passed Wanda Clemm, who was agonizing over two different pairs of gloves, and Colin Creevey, who had in his arms no less than a dozen pairs of socks. Every time the bell on the door rang to signify a new customer, your heart jumped, but it was never Draco Malfoy.

The cloak in the window that had caught your mother’s eye was one fit for travel - evergreen in color with a wide hood, and imbued with a rain repelling charm.

“Think he’ll like it?” she asked

“I think so,” you replied, thoughts elsewhere.

“Well what have you gotten him this year? Not more pranks from Zonkos!”

“What’s wrong with Zonkos?”

She sighed. “Nothing, only that he only just used his last dungbomb last month. I thought the venemous tentacula had been rotted overnight, scared me half to death.”

You thought for a moment. “Want to hide a fanged frisbee in his stocking?”

“Sounds like a plan. Let it never be said that your mother is above a petty payback.” She glanced around for a moment before setting her eyes on the store clerk and waving him over. She paid for the cloak, and tucked the wrapped package under her arm, then followed you to Zonkos.

A light snow began to fall as you shopped the morning away, zigzagging through Hogsmeade from Zonkos to Scrivnshaft’s Quill Shop, then along to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop for a quick lunch before braving Honeydukes.

Jingle bells jangled merrily in little bunches hung from the ceiling all throughout Honeydukes, lilting over the buzz of the shoppers. Your mum split off to find the baking chocolate, while you searched through the novelties for acid pops and liquorice wands. Finding the acid pops, you stooped down to look through the flavors.

“Y/N?”

You started at the sudden voice, smacking your forehead against the self in your hurry to stand. Draco Malfoy peered quizzically at you, bundled in his dragon hide lined coat with the large brass buttons, holding a box of cauldron cakes.

You rubbed the sore spot on your head, embarrassed. “Draco, hi.”

“Erm, hi.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Stocking up for the holiday?” you asked.

At the same time, he said, “Looking forward to the break?”

You shared an awkward laugh, looking at anything but each other.

“I am,” you answered. “Some friends from my house are spending the holiday with us.”

“Ah.”

“Y/N?” your mother’s voice called from around the corner. “I’ve got the brick chocolate, are you ready to - oh. Hello.” Your mother extended a hand for Draco to shake. You hoped desperately this was a nightmare you’d soon wake up from. “I’m Y/N’s mother. Nice to meet you.”

Draco took the hand stiffly and replied, “Draco Malfoy, Ma’am. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Oh, lovely. Y/N’s told me so much about you.” He raised his eyebrows and ventured a glance at you. Your cheeks burned in response. “The fate of her Transfiguration O.W.L. rests in your hands, I hear.”

“She’s quite capable,” he said.

Your mum smiled at that even as you continued to shrink. “How is Narcissa these days?”

Draco’s eyes narrowed in thought. “You know my mother?”

“We had a few years overlap at Hogwarts. We were never close, but I remember her.”

“She’s doing well,” he said slowly. “She’s visiting family on the Continent for the holiday.”

“Are you not going home for Christmas? Oh, well then you must stay with us! We’ve already planned for guests, one more won’t hurt.”

“Oh, well,” he sputtered, looking at you. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense, the more the merrier.”

Finally, you looked up. He was still eying you, wary and unsure. For a moment, you pictured him, alone, and wandering the garland-covered halls of the castle on Christmas, then said, “We’ll have cauldron cakes, and more candy than we can deal with, and we’ll probably play quidditch over the garden. It could be fun. If you’d like to come, of course.”

“I do like cauldron cakes,” he said quietly, searching your face. “Very well, that’s very kind of you. I appreciate the hospitality.”

“Excellent,” said your mother. “I’m staying in town overnight, so I’ll meet the lot of you outside Hogsmeade tomorrow. Now, Y/N, what was it you came over here for? Give me those - I’ll pay and we can go.”

You watched your mother make for the sales desk laden with candy, then turned to Draco and took the box of cauldron cakes out of his hands.

“Ours are better,” you said. He did not argue. “We’ll meet you under the clock tower after breakfast?”

“Are you, ahem. Will your friends mind?”

“Ha, no. They’ll be fine.” In fact I think they’ll find this hilarious. “See you tomorrow!” Then you turned on your heel, and fled out of the store into the safety of your mother’s presence before anything more could be said about it.

Outside, you turned to her and asked, “Why did you do that?”

“What do you mean?”

“You invited Draco Malfoy to Christmas!”

“Yes, I am aware.”

“Well? Why?”

“It seemed like the right thing to do. He just seemed so gloomy.”

“I - he - I think that’s just his face.”

“Hmm.”

“Mum.”

“What? I thought you liked him - you’re friends.”

“Not really. We’re civil. But he’s a Malfoy. And half my friends are muggleborns. His father is in Azkaban for-”

“I know exactly where his father is. Really, Y/N. I seriously doubt that polite boy I just met is going to go around hexing your friends all holiday. Trust me. It’ll be fun, it’ll be fine.”

You grumbled incomprehensibly to yourself all the way back to Hogwarts after your mum had gotten settled back at the Three Broomsticks with your purchases from the trip. When you traipsed back into the common room to deliver the news, Donna and Yvette both burst into another round of giggling at your misery.

Herbert crossed his arms and merely declared, “I reserve the right to jinx him at any time.”

The next morning, after breakfast, Draco Malfoy waited for you under the clocktower by the courtyard. He sat cross-legged by a small trunk, looking at nothing in particular, lost in thought.

“Good morning,” you said, jarring him from his thoughts.

“Good morning,” he replied stiffly.

“Uh, right. Draco this is Herbert, Yvette, and Donna. Guys this is Draco Malfoy.”

Yvette offered her hand to shake, which Draco took. So far so good. Then, Yvette opened her mouth.

“We’ve met,” she said, a saccharine smile on her face. “Last year, when you tried to give us detention in the library.”

“Ah,” choked Draco. “Right.”

“And then again, on the Quidditch pitch, when we absolutely destroyed you, I’m sure you remember.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he only responded mildly, “I do.”

Donna cut in before Yvette could continue to barb. “At this rate we won’t get to Hogsmeade until New Years - let’s go,” she said, and started the walk to the village without looking back.

Herbert and Yvette followed, chatting about the perfectly timed snow, leaving Draco and yourself at the rear.

He gestured at Wilbur’s carrier, strapped to the top of your trunk. “Would you like me to-“

“No,” you said, too quickly. “No, I’ve got it.” He nodded stiffly, and matched your pace. “Thank you, though.”

Donna led the charge valiantly, until the flurries started, and then she stopped every few paces to try and catch one on her tongue. Herbert and Yvette teased her the first few times, but couldn’t resist forever.

“What was that about New Years?” you teased, pulling to the front, Draco still beside you. “There’ll be plenty of time for this once we get there.”

Begrudgingly, Donna let you lead. She fell into step between Herbert and Yvette, who all began whispering with each other, but they kept up.

Halfway there, Draco sent you a sidelong look. Then another.

“You okay?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “You’re not going to make a speech? Tell me to behave?”

“Well I thought that went without saying. Obviously, you should behave yourself. My mother is under the impression that you’re polite.”

“Excuse me, but I can be very polite.”

“When it suits you.”

“Well, yes.”

“Oi!” Donna called, “What’re you two conspiring about?”

Without missing a beat, Draco replied, “Just asking Y/N about whether I should set the house on fire before, or after Christmas dinner.”

Yvette snorted, “Definitely after, there’ll be no dishes to wash.” Donna and Herbert laughed, and began to argue their opinions.

You raised an eyebrow at Draco.

“What?” he asked. “This is me behaving.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, unconvinced.

The snow picked up, gathering into a thick blanket along the road. You all struggled a little with your trunks, until you saw the outline of your mum at the top of the hill through the whiteout. She raised her arm high over her head and waved you over.

She gave you all quick hugs, even Draco - who stood still and confused - then gathered all your trunks together.

“Here, take Wilbur, Y/N,” she said, then waved her wand at the pile of trunks, which began to float in front of her. “We’ll have to hurry. Follow me.” She wove through the streets of Hogsmeade to the fields just North of it at a light trot. “Julien arranged for a portkey, but if we miss it we’ll have to wait for the train.”

“I’ve never taken a portkey before,” Yvette said.

Herbert replied, “It’s easy, just stand next to me.”

In the middle of the field, a Christmas cracker had been slowly covered in snow. Careful not to touch it just yet, your mother waved her wand again, and the snow was gently blown away.

“This is the portkey?” you asked.

Your mother laughed. “You know Julien. Always making jokes. He got a kick out of this one. All right everyone, grab on. It’s almost time. The landing will be easier if you try to keep your feet pointed down.”

You grabbed hold of the end of the cracker between Donna and Draco, who was clearly skeptical of the muggle device. You leaned over and whispered, “There’s a little gift inside when you pull it open.”

His frown deepened.

Your mother checked her watch with her free hand. “Should be any moment now. Just hang on. Here we go-“

The world around you spun, or maybe it was you spinning? You’d seen some kind of muggle amusement contraption called a roller coaster that shot them down a track and whirled them around corners, and you imagined that must be something like this. Yvette and Donna grinned at each other and laughed as the cracker flung you across the countryside.

Not two seconds later, the journey ended with your feet slamming into the ground, and a long roll into the side yard of your mum’s house. You landed in between Yvette and Donna, Herbert on Yvette’s right already trying to help her up. The three of you picked yourselves up and brushed the snow off your coats, then dissolved into a bit of giggling.

The front door opened and your step father came out, grinning, followed by Buttercup, yapping in excitement. “C’mon, everybody, there’s a batch of cider on the hob, and I just finished a batch of crumpets - eat ‘em while they’re hot!” He waved his wand, and the pile of trunks followed him dutifully inside.

You scooped up Wilbur’s carrier and followed; Buttercup running circles around your heels. Yvette scooped up a handful of snow and began shaping it into a ball, angling for Herbert’s back; Donna snuck up behind her with a handful to shove inside her woolen hat. You herded them through the door, then paused.

“Draco?” He’d stopped by the garden wall, barely inside the gate, examining his surroundings.

He snapped his gaze to you at your voice. “Hmm?”

“You coming?”

“Right, yes."

Your mum called from the kitchen, “Y/N, you’ll let all the heat out!” The ceilings had been hung with tinsel and garlands, and the scent of cinnamon and clove hit you at the threshold. Celestina Warbeck warbled from the radio above the crackling fireplace. You sighed. You were home.

Julien had deposited yours, Donna’s and Yvette’s trunk in your room, and was showing Herbert and Draco to the guest room in the attic. He waved his wand, and the double bed split down the middle into two twins with a pop. Then he frowned.

“Draco, you’re an only child, right? If you’d be more comfortable, we could set Herb up in Y/N’s room, and the girls could take the living room. Two years past we pitched a tent outside, and they loved that.”

“No,” he answered quickly. “This is fine. More than fine. As long as, ahem, as long as you’re alright with it too, then?”

Herbert opened and closed his mouth, evidently thinking better of some scathing remark, and said simply, “It’s fine.”

Wilbur was relieved to be let out of his carrier, and promptly sprawled across your bed for his morning nap, as the rest of you reconvened back downstairs for the aforementioned ciders and crumpets. Julien roped Yvette, Herbert and Draco into a game of whist, while your mum updated you on the state of her garden and Donna played tug-of-war with Buttercup.

Your bed had been pulled off its frame, tucked into the corner and laden with pillows, and a few long sheets pinned to the ceiling to make a canopy. You sat with Donna and Yvette inside, in your pajamas and bundled in quilts, holding steaming mugs of cocoa. It was well past midnight, so you had to whisper.

“What do you think they’re doing up there?” Yvette asked.

“Probably sleeping?” said Donna.

“No, I mean, do think it’ll be awkward? Do you think Herbert snores?”

You giggled behind your mug.

Donna countered, also giggling, “Do you think Malfoy snores?”

“Oh, no,” Yvette shook her head, “I think he’s far too rich to snore.”

“What does that even mean?” you asked.

“Rich people never snore. Or they pay people to tell everybody they don’t snore.”

Donna waved a hand at her. “What’re you on about? Everybody snores.”

“I do worry it’s awkward though,” you said, a bit somber. “They hardly know each other.”

“I think it’s going fine,” Yvette declared. “Herb and I won at whist and he didn’t even seem bothered.”

“Huh.”

“But, we’ll find out in the morning, whether he hexed him in his sleep or not, I guess.”

You groaned. “Was this a terrible mistake?”

“Honestly, Y/N, you have to stop worrying about it.” Donna set down her cocoa and nestled in between two pillows. “It’s Christmas, and for the first time since September we don’t have to think about O.W.L.s. I’m going to enjoy it, and so should you.”

“Speaking of,” Yvette said, following suit and setting down her cocoa to settle in for the night, “we’re playing quidditch tomorrow, no arguments.”

You held up your hands in surrender, and turned out the light.

Some time in the early morning, you woke to Donna’s quiet snoring and Yvette’s knee in your back. Wilbur was a white ball of fluff purring between your legs, until he noticed you were awake. He stretched a bit, then sat with his tail regally curled around him, patiently awaiting treats.

You pulled a jumper on over your pajamas, scooped him up and headed downstairs.

“Y/N?” your mother’s voice came from the armchair in the living room. “Everything ok, shrivelfig?” She was wrapped in her own quilt, feet up on the footstool, Buttercup asleep on her lap. The floor was cold against your bare feet, so you stepped towards the fireplace, still glowing from hot coals.

“Yeah,” you said, yawning, “Just woke up a little thirsty. We’re taller than the last time we were all here. D’you think my bed could transfigure to three?”

“Oh, sure. I think that’d be fine.”

“You ok, mum?”

“Yes, dear. Just enjoying the quiet. This has become a little ritual of mine, you know.”

Wilbur wriggled out of your arms, having not gotten his treat in a timely manner, and hopped up onto the dining table. He meowed.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

Your mum passed you on her way back to the stairs. “I’m going back to bed for another wink, I think. Wake us up if you need anything.”

“Thanks, mum.” Buttercup yawned and sat by your feet, expecting a treat as well. He accepted your tribute with slobber and a wagging tail. Wilbur, on the other hand, gobbled his treat up and promptly retreated to the rug by the fire.

The stairs creaked again, and you asked, “Back for Buttercup?”

“Who?”

“Oh!” Draco stood at the foot of the stairs, looking bedraggled, in pajamas, house slippers, and pinstriped dressing gown.

“I was already awake and heard voices. Your friend snores. What’s funny?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you said through a snort of laughter. “I came down for some tea, like some?”

“What do you have?”

You waved him over to the cupboard above the stove. “Almost everything.” He frowned at the cannisters of tea filling the cupboard for a moment, and settled on an oolong. “Good choice,” you said, filling the kettle from the tap. “If I’d known my mum was going to invite you over, I’d have picked up some jasmine.” Draco was quiet, and watched you pull down a ceramic teapot painted like a Chinese Chomping Cabbage. “C’mon, this fire can be revived and maybe my toes will thaw.”

He looked down at your feet. “Do you not own socks?”

You gave him a look, and pushed past him back into the living room. Buttercup followed at your heels, very excited for extra company.

“Are you sure you don’t want your own room? The tent is very cozy.” You put a log on the coals and fanned the base. “This must be a much smaller place than you’re used to.”

He settled himself on the sofa. “It’s quaint.”

“Translation: tiny.”

“Well,” he grinned sardonically, “if you ever see Malfoy Manor, you’ll understand. But this is… nice. Cozy. I’m very comfortable, you don’t need to worry.”

The light swelled as the log caught, and you sat back on your heels, hands outstretched towards the heat. You gave him a long look.

“We’re playing quidditch today.”

“Alright.”

“Donna doesn’t like flying, so she’ll keep score.”

“That makes sense.”

“Keep this going while I check the kettle. Sugar?”

“No, thank you.”

You caught the kettle before it started whistling, and poured the water into the pot to let the tea steep. The sky was beginning to lighten outside, that pre-dawn blue painting the hills. You poured the tea, and took a deep breath.

The fire was burning solidly, and Buttercup had curled up on top of Draco’s feet. He took his teacup from you and breathed in the steam. You sat down next to him, a careful few feet down the sofa, with your own cup.

You cleared your throat, and started, “About the other night-“

“It’s fine. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“Oh,” you said, deflated. “Okay. Good.”

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, and then, “This beast is very trusting.”

You looked down at your dog, who began thumping his tail against the ground at the attention. “Yes, he is. Do you have pets?”

“We have a pair of white peacocks that roam the grounds.”

“’The grounds,’ huh? Do peacocks really count as pets, though?” You patted the spot on the sofa between you, and Buttercup wasted no time claiming his place.

“No. I thought I wanted a rat in my first year, but my father said they were undignified. He was right, of course, so I have Montague instead.”

“Your eagle-owl?”

“Yes, though I think if he could speak he would take offense to being called a pet.”

You scratched under Buttercup’s chin. “I like rats. They’re sweet, very social, and prone to napping in the hood of your robe. I’d have one if I wasn’t sure Wilbur would try to eat them.”

“I imagine I’d run into the same issue with Montague.”

“Yeah, probably.”

Draco frowned into his teacup. “Have you taken Divination?”

“Nope. You?”

“Never. For the best, maybe. I hear tea leaves’ predictions tend towards the pessimistic.” He moved to set the cup on the side table next to him, then paused.

“Here,” you said, “I’ll get it. Headed back to bed?”

“I’m not sure there’s any point now,” he said, gesturing to the sunrise.

“Careful, if you’re up when my mum starts to check her greenhouse she may rope you into helping.”

“Ah, well.” He stood and chanced a glance towards the stairs. “Perhaps I’ll manage another hour or so.”

You stood up quickly; Buttercup huffed at you. “Unless, you fancy another race?”

His mouth twitched upwards in a half-smirk. “Only if you’re okay with losing again, on your home turf.”

“Oh, you’ve done it now.”

“Have I?”

“Yep, it’s on. Go get your fancy coat, your broom, and get out there because the clock starts-“

“Wait, hang on-“

“Now!”

You shoved both teacups back into his hands before he could argue, and made a mad dash for the stairs, hopping up them careful to avoid the squeaky boards. Yvette and Donna stirred groggily when you opened the door to pull on your boots and lift your broom off its shelf. Draco met you on the stairs with his own broom, hat askew, trying to button his coat with one hand.

“This is madness,” he whispered.

Outside, you broke into a run, and in between huffs instructed, “First one twice around the garden, thread through the green house, back here wins.”

He grinned wolfishly, sprinting next to you. “You’re the worst.”

“Yep,” you replied, mounting your broom mid-stride and launching into the air. The frigidness of it hit you hard, and you regretted not taking the time to put on your own hat, until the handle of Draco’s broom edged into your periphery. Even after pressing yourself into your broom as far as you could go, he pressed forward and eventually passed you on the second lap around the garden.

He called back to you over the whipping wind, “This isn’t fair, I don’t know where the greenhouse is!”

“That’s because I cheated!”

“Huh?” He paused in the air, turning back, just as you cut hard to the right to circle behind the house, where the greenhouse sat mostly hidden behind a hill. But he wasn’t delayed very long, and beat you to the greenhouse’s transom window, which sat open most days for circulation. He expertly dodged the trap of the venemous tentacula as it snapped after him, and turned his broom on a dime just out of reach of the vining snargaluff.

But he wasn’t prepared for one small gnome, which your mother could never manage to stop from napping in the dittany pots, throwing baneberries at his head. He paused just enough in his confusion for you to skirt by him.

“What the- Oi!”

By the time you were close to the side yard where you’d started, your broom was going so fast that when you pulled up to stop, it did a quick loop-the-loop before throwing you to the ground. The snow stung your bare hands and the back of your neck, and you breathed in the winter.

Draco landed, much more gracefully, next to you. “Woah, what happened? This feels familiar.” He fell backward into the snow beside you. “My feet are freezing.”

You laughed. “Yeah, mine too.”

“That ties us then.”

“Excuse me?” You sat up and brushed the snow off your shoulders. “We raced twice last year, so I’ve still got you by one.”

“Then I demand a rematch.”

“Maybe after Quidditch, and coco.”

“Hot coco for breakfast? Sounds indulgent.”

“Well, it is Christmas. C’mon.”

Your mum and step father had already started on breakfast, sausages popping over the stove, and Buttercup waited diligently below, ready to take care of any spilled table scraps.

“Coco? For breakfast?” your mum exclaimed. “Only since it’s Christmas. Oi, make me some too, please?”

Julien turned his head away from his work to ask, “Ooh, me too. Thanks, hon.”

Not a moment later, Herbert, Yvette and Donna plodded down the stairs, and all sat at the dining table, waiting for coco of their own.

“I heard you mention coco, Y/N,” Donna explained through half-opened eyes.

Herbert continued, “And I heard Donna. Did I snore too loud for you, Malfoy?”

“Huh? Oh, erm, not at all.”

Herbert clapped him on the shoulder nonchalantly and moved into the kitchen to take over sausage duty while Julien scrambled some eggs. Draco’s brow twitched, but his face rearranged itself in an instant.

“So, we’re playing Quidditch today, right?” Yvette asked, and blew across her mug of coco.

“Looks like someone’s been warming up without us,” Herbert commented.

Donna smirked, but said nothing.

You coughed awkwardly. “Just a quick race. Still plenty of warming up to be had.”

“Mmkay.”

“After breakfast, then,” said Yvette. “Can we help with anything, Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Oh, no,” your mum said, fetching plates from the cupboard. “We’ve got it girls, thank you. Draco, Y/N, Herb, go sit down.”

After a dozen sausages between the seven of you (not counting Buttercup, who had some luck mooching off your mum), you tramped back out into the cold, brooms in hand, where you played on a team with Yvette against Draco and Herbert. Donna set up a shovel, propped upright inside a bucket to be the goal post.

Best two out of three left Draco and Herbert both looking quite smug.

The morning of Christmas Day, you stumbled down the stairs, Donna and Yvette in tow, to find the tree decorating itself with ornaments and tinsel, surrounded by presents that had absolutely not been there before.

You took a surreptitious glance through them, spotting each gift you’d gotten, and hidden carefully from, Donna, Yvette and Herbert. Then, you frowned, remembering Draco. You hadn’t thought to get him anything. And with his mother out of the country for the holiday, it was unlikely he’d have anything to open at all.

He was in your kitchen, at the table next to Herbert, silently awaiting breakfast on Christmas morning. And you’d gotten him no gift. He looked up as you came down the stairs.

You felt your cheeks flush, and stuttered out, “Happy Christmas!”

He smirked in amusement. “Happy Christmas.”

Yvette, behind you, said, “Yeah, yeah, Happy Christmas, Malfoy.”

He inclined his head politely and Happy-Christmased Yvette, then Donna, then your mum when she remembered that’s what she was supposed to say.

Then, after everyone had Happy-Christmased everyone else, Yvette sidled up to your mum before you could, and said, “Please, Mrs. Y/L/N, do we have to wait for the tree to finish decorating itself before we can open gifts?” She fluttered her eyelashes.

Donna chanted quietly, “Present time! Present time!”

“You girls never change,” your mum said with a laugh. “No, we don’t - but you do have to eat breakfast first. Sit down!”

Breakfast served and eaten, the tree flung the last piece of tinsel over its top branches just as you sat down to open gifts. Yvette was correctly suspicious that your mum had timed breakfast to that effect. You rubbed your hands on your plaid pajama bottoms nervously. It was too late now.

Donna knelt by the pile of presents, and carefully distributed one to everybody but Draco. You chanced a glance out of the corner of your eye; he didn’t seem particularly bothered, legs crossed and sipping hot coco.

“Hang on,” your mum said, pointing to a small red and gold package just behind the tree.

Donna reached for it, and looked at the tag. She handed it to Draco, saying, “This one’s for you.”

He frowned, lowering the mug from his lips, and took the package silently. You looked at your mum in question; she winked.

“Now everyone’s got something. Dig in!”

Yvette and Donna wasted no time, ripping off paper decorated with trees and cartoon renditions of Santa Claus. You held yours in your hands, waiting, and watching Draco.

It was easy to watch him, even with a furrowed brow and frown. His long fingers untied the golden bow and sliced through the paper. As he removed his gift from the box, his brow raised.

“It’s a travel case,” your mum explained, “for cuff links, tie clips, lapel pins, you name it.”

Draco pressed an indent at the top of the smooth octagonal prism, and the thing unfolded in his palm, revealing several empty compartments for display, and rotated slowly.

“Y/N mentioned you were a snappy dresser,” she finished.

He closed the device and held it with both hands. “This is lovely. Thank you. I’m afraid I haven’t gotten any-“

Your mum waved a hand dismissively. “Please, honey, we’re just glad your here.”

Julien chimed in, “Your presence is the present.” Everyone groaned. Then, when he unwrapped his gift, he turned to your mum and said, “You remembered!”

“Of course I did,” she said, smirking.

“And you went back for it!”

“Evidentially.”

He clasped the traveling cloak around his neck, feeling the water-resistant enchantment. “I have the best wife in the world.”

“You do,” your mum confirmed, and grinned when he planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Open yours, Y/N!”

All told, you walked away with: a new jumper; two books, one fiction, one on the migration habits of lesser dragons; an enchanted bird toy for Wilbur; and something Donna had called a walking man.

A round of cauldron cakes later, you were all outside building snowmen, when an owl swooped down, dropping a brown package into Draco’s hands.

“What is it?” you asked, carrot in hand.

He opened it, and his gaze went stony. It was a wizard’s cap, ornately embroidered, with a white feather stuck pinned on the side. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said stiffly, then retreated into the house.

“What’s up with him?” Donna asked.

You shook your head. “I’m not sure. I’ll be back.”

You followed him in through the door. “Draco?” He stood by the fireplace with his back to you, rubbing his forearms. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’ll be back out in a moment.”

“Look, it’s perfectly natural to be homesick-“

“Y/N,” he snapped, “I’m fine.”

You felt your cheeks heat and took a step backwards. “Okay. Sorry,” you squeaked, and turned to go back out the door.

He turned towards you. “Hang on, wait, I’m sorry.”

You gave him a quick, searching look. “No, it’s okay. You need a moment, I shouldn’t have intruded.”

“Don’t be silly.” His tone softened. “You don’t have to go.”

“Okay,” you said, and moved towards him to stand by the fire. “Then I won’t.”

[lowkeyclueless5137]

hi, can I ask an au where that one go princess precure or more royal and elegant magical girls that are Strong, “Kind”, Beautiful. magical girls that fight with clear elegance. Something about how the rest of the dorm leaders which uhh I think Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, and Vil are mentioned. Plus I think Jamil and Silver being included in the mix too are said magical girls? I think it was in an ask once

I found it :v

Damn do I have a few magical girl aus.

So imma take this as a separate kind of au from the one referred to in the ask, I guess. :v

I also believe that it was the 14 double isekai, but in here we won't have that, just plain magical girl au :'3

I think imma have the rest of dromleaders be the main group, while Silver and Jamil are the 2 magical mascots with varying types of advice. :'3

Like Silver would give advice about being kind, selfless, all that stuff. Jamil would tell them to just... Magical beam any inconvenience. :'3

And it's also pretty clear which mascot is more listened to. :'3

I also see the group running around and fighting evil in extremely sparkly gown like fits. Kalim is probably the only one who's actually excited about the costume part. Vil and Riddle were pretty used to the idea of a more regal and pompous fit, while Leona and Azul are actively struggling to keep on their feet. :'3

They also get their hair longer in this, because I love an intricate hairstyle for them.

I think the gimmick that I would gib them is that they don't know who each other is as a magical girl. They all just, get called by Silver and Jamil and have to deal with the shit. Azul was tempted to find out, until he realised that if he finds out, most likely the others would also find out about him and any blackmail potential goes bye-bye.

Also romance problems, because these mfs have to commit to their pretty princesses role and hope that won't make their crushes actually like that version of them. Romance was a small staple in all magical girl shows, weather it was a 1 ep or the end goal for the main protagonist, so them being princess like magical girls only fits better into that Disney princess aesthetic. :3

For a villain... Dunno... Evil force! That's it! Not really that inspired for it, so slap the generic shit. It works every time! :'3

[star-crossed-mid]

I just started playing Aigo

mf when he see's mcs apartment and thinks its an animal pen bcuz its so small and not regal.

I made three versions idk which one I was happy with

also ooga booga voltage pls re-release the sprite sheets I have collected mostly high res sprites

og meme:

[chasing-caws]

It causes me anguish when I see people include Arthur in their justice league fanfic and then write him like he’s this formal regal guy like yeah he’s socially awkward but that mf ain’t regal at ALL he is smart he is kind he’s awkward he’s a bit of a klutz but he is NOT this stoic regal king type 😭 also read a fic recently that sort of made him talk like Thor or some shit it was embarrassing