#soooooooooo here it is. a little treat.

[cheesomancer]

Did someone order an extra portion of orc? 💦 Art without cheesy juice is here!

[dawning-day]

on this episode of freaks on the internet dictate my life choices

[chastiefoul]

regret pt. 2 | alhaitham

a/n: soooooooooo, this was a bit overdue.. hahaha... i apologize for the delay but it's here now!! short disclaimer though, if you expect a make up and lovey dovey scene on this one it's not happening sadly. this end up being more of a character study of the scribe somehow? like i was really going in there with his pov, but of course this esentially is the continuation of the part one so i hope you all enjoyed and sorry for being so late!!!! (more of a/n at the end!)

3k words!!! (wasn't kidding when i said i really went in there)

summary:

alhaitham's own emotion and how he dealt with it proved to be an obstacle for himself. how deep does his regret truly runs?

read part one here!

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 alhaitham didn’t know before that the world could be this... quiet.

no, it’s more accurate to say that he couldn’t appreciate silence as he used to. there are pieces of you remaining across his day. at his office, on his way to lunch, the tavern, and even when he closed his eyes, persistently, you’re there. however those weren’t real, not anymore, since he himself was the one who had driven you away rather horribly.

and he shouldn’t regret it, he really shouldn’t. but he did.

he let out a sigh yet again, resting his eyes as he leaned back on his chair.

alhaitham hated vexatious things, especially stuff that had nothing to do with him. you, used to fell into this category. someone he shouldn’t bother with or care about, but you kept slithering in breaking what he thought was a solid wall. and uncharacteristically, he kept letting you. perhaps at a life-threatening moment where he had to tell the truth to live, he could consider admitting that he did not hate the way you smiled while you greeted him, or the way your eyebrow crinkled slightly with worry when you saw the piled up paper he had to tend on certain days. and even your lovable little pout when he told you he had skipped his meals. and it’s only now he realized that his useless pride wasn’t something worth holding onto if in exchange he would be missing all of these.

these bothersome yet endearing memories that refused to get out of his head. that he refused to forget.

and to think your last memory of him was him being so heartless—wait, come to think of it. was he ever nice towards you? was there ever a time where he didn’t treat you so cold?

alhaitham was stunned when he couldn’t find a positive response to both question. he felt like his heart was being clenched tightly. he had no choice but to go back to work, forced to stop his train of thoughts before he was overwhelmed.

it all had become so troublesome. too troublesome.

❀

alhaitham also had no idea how small the chance was of running into you, even though you both work at the same place. it’s news to him that if you hadn’t come to him all the time, you wouldn’t even be meeting at all.

the regret he felt just keep piling up.

now alhaitham found himself out from his office more often; in the library, or just walking around randon hallways to take a breather, these were all solely for the purpose that perhaps he would run into you. even just a glance for the briefest second, he thought he would be happy with just that. however it proved to be difficult since he hasn’t seen even a single strand of your hair for the past week.

and that’s when it happened, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him, it was like a slow-motion, something that he had been waiting to  happen. alhaitham’s inside was all thundering, he knew he’s been missing you, but he didn’t know it was this bad.

but all of that nerves and excitement died down as quick as it came, as you walked past him without sparing even a single glance. turns out you were just rushing to get to the hall behind him. the silver-haired man could only stand there, witnessing your back until it disappeared at the very last second at a turn. his stomach churned in the worst way possible.

that nonchalant, ignorance, reminded him of nothing but himself. he now realized that he’s way past a stage where a single apology would fix everything he’s done.

❀

alhaitham went home with a heavy feeling inside of his chest. it’s been that way for too many days now.

he thought pushing you out of his life was the hill he was going to die on, but he played himself. he grew accustomed to a world with you now he thought going back to his old routine was something he wanted. turns out far from it.

he needed you.

he arrived, and as alhaitham opened the door, he never expected the sudden hit on his right jaw, making him staggered as his back touched the door. “you deserved that one, and i think you know that,” kaveh said. alhaitham couldn’t even react; ah, (y/n) has told him all about it, then.

alhaitham who had no energy left from the lack of sleep and meals held his jaw carefully, sliding down the wall and sat on the floor. he wasn’t in any way hurt badly, since obviously he had a stronger physique than the blond, but the other part inside of his chest ached. as kaveh said, he deserved that one. although it’s a bit infuriating that the architect was the one who did that, alhaitham also knew that you’d never be able to do that to him. not that your strength was the problem, it’s just that you’re so very kind, even to people that don’t deserve it.

then if what it took to see you smile at him again was a punch to the face, he’d put his as a target gladly.

alhaitham was in a daze, couldn’t even bring himself to retort the harsh welcome, he’s just quiet. which was very unusual.

“what should i do?” he finally mumbled. “what?” kaveh widened his eyes at the response. “what can i do.. to fix this?” that was very surprising coming from the prideful man, kaveh had doubts that the man in front of him was really his room mate. but kaveh only sighed, and lent out his hand. “get up, let’s talk.”

after the scribe finished putting an ointment to the bruise, they both sat on the dining table. there was no noise for a while, until alhaitham decided to break that. “how is (y/n)?” he treaded carefully. “good actually, now that they’re free from a weight that’s dragging them down.” kaveh spat, the grey-haired man made a blank look. “-is what i liked to say. however they’re not doing very well.” his expression turned into something of a deep concern for a friend. “how so?” alhaitham’s voice too, spiked with worries. something that kaveh wasn’t really familiar with that he couldn’t help but chuckle. “you’re really a funny guy. now you’re worried? after treating them like that?” kaveh said, astonished by the audacity of his roommate.

“i’m aware that all of this is my fault.” alhaitham clenched his fist tightly, he didn’t need anyone to remind him that he was at fault, he never allowed himself to forget that. “i mean, how could you alhaitham?!” just thinking about it made kaveh blood boiled once more. you who had treated everyone so kind, especially alhaitham since he knew you had feelings for the scribe, and for him to trample on all of that, it was all just too much, too miserable. kaveh wasn’t stopping there. “to think they were just offering assistance too. if you don’t want help, then say no, don’t lash out like a goddamn child!”  the blond was beyond worked up, you were such an important friend to him. “we know dealing with emotions isn’t your forte, but that was low, alhaitham. even for you.” kaveh finally finished his piece. sometimes the architect wondered with how alhaitham talked and how blunt he was, a hit to the face should’ve been something he’s used to getting—or at least the attempt to, since we all knew he wasn’t a weak guy.

alhaitham could only agree, it was all true what kaveh has said. “i know! i know i messed up really badly, that’s why allow me to be shameless and ask for your help. i really regret it,” the sword-wielder meekly said. kaveh relented slightly at the sincere words he spouted once in a blue moon. he relaxed back into the chair, realizing that he needed his head to be in the right place to get through this conversation. silence loomed over them once more.

“why were you so worked up everytime you talked to them anyway?” kaveh asked, his tone solemn. alhaitham seemed to be pondering for a moment, “i... don’t know,” he said slowly, his eyebrow twitched slighly in frustration, once again he was forced to remember how much of a jerk he was to you sometimes. kaveh too, wails with frustration at the response.

he’s hopeless, utterly hopeless!

however the scholar did not stop there, “i was always alone as you know, and i was fine with that. but ever since (y/n) came into my life, i realized that i started to look forward on days i would meet them, i started to find their company very comfortable and that unsettled me.” he finally got to say the truth out loud. “and that fear what was made me so adamant to reject it. i hated the idea that single person could turn my whole life upside down easily like that.”

alhaitham thought he was protecting himself, turns out that that did nothing except hurting you in the process. before lashing out on you, he’s been keen on perusing books he normally avoid, he’d spend his time reading what he thought was unusual titles, in hope that one of them could teach him about the overwhelming sensation he’s been experiencing ever since meeting you. yet none of them succeed. he was having a hard time understanding things that didn’t have reasoning behind it, that didn’t have clear method or formula that provides a precise and accurate solution. he realized he was at a place he wasn’t familiar with, a place where the line of logic is blurred.

how the hell was he supposed to understand it?

“alhaitham, just answer me this. do you like (y/n)?” kaveh asked. alhaitham was stunned for a moment, but surprisingly the answer came easy, but he did not want the blond the hear it for the first time. he wanted you to hear it, no, he needed you to hear it. that he liked you, so so much that literally, literally, he did not know what to do with himself. and that’s when a gear turned on the back of his mind. you needed to hear it. and alhaitham was going to make sure you hear it.

❀

just your luck. it’s just your luck out of all the signature of the people in akademiya, the higher-up told you that you needed alhaitham’s for your project.

just. your. luck.

you knocked on his office, that terrible day flashes on your mind for a second, but you quickly pushed that thought. it’s all gonna be okay, you’re here for pure business, exactly like the way he liked it.

“come in,” a voice replied at the knock. you took a deep breath and went in.

you could see alhaitham’s face was startled for a moment; a brief slip up for the usually emotionless man. but you couldn’t careless, as you set the document on his desk rather urgently. “i need your signature, no need to read through the document as it’s already pre-approved and just needed your agreement for it to proceed.”

alhaitham was quiet as he stalled, wishing to stare at you for that few additional seconds. you had bags under your eye—alhaitham almost reached his hand out to touch over them but he stopped himself. he should know his place.

as soon as the pen left the paper, you snatched it from his desk, and went to make your way out from the hellhole. alhaitham’s shoulder slumped, he knew you’re still mad at him, but to think you’re that bothered just to be in the same room as him. how was he supposed to get you to talk to him?

❀

“good morning, (y/n),”

that’s when it happened. alhaitham on your office with a cup of coffee on his hand first thing in the morning. your jaw dropped slightly, you couldn’t believe your eyes. he put the coffee on your desk. he didn’t react strongly at the lack of response as he didn’t expect you to welcome him. "what are you doing?” you asked, your tone was cold.

“just.. visiting you and thought that maybe you’d like coffee,” he said, even he wasn’t certain of his own words. wasn’t this the same man who had tear you apart just a week ago just because you cared for him? now he wanted to talk you pretending all of that crap didn’t happen?

you laughed loudly, yet it sounded sad. “you must think i’m a joke, alhaitham,” you stated, throwing away the coffee in front of you to the trash bin next to you. the scholar in front of you now looked a little timid, it’s almost pitiful. “no- of course not!” he frantically retorted, “then i’ll ask once again, what are you doing here?” you crossed your arm.

“i wanted to apologize for my actions,” he firmly said, his expression sincere.

oh, is this what’s it all about? it’s regret. something you don’t need, what you need is for him to realize that you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. nothing.

he looked restless as he await for your response, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “why are you so nervous about, it’s not like you’re saying sorry to someone close to you or anything like that. anyways, apology accepted. anything else?”

at the stinging words his heart sunk, though his eyes widened at your response, “really?” that easy?

“yeah, now don’t come to this playground anymore, unless it’s strictly for business. good day,” you said, sitting back down getting back to your work. this is all new to alhaitham; feeling of wanting to jump out of the window. your harsh words, how easy it was for you to ignore you in a blink of an eye. and to think he did the same thing to you. no no, he did worse.

the difference is that your actions were justified, considering how much of an asshole he’s been to you. but him on the other hand, treated you just because he was a coward, not having the courage to face his own emotions.

alhaitham never thought he’d be envious of that specific trait of yours but right there as he stood in front of you, he wished that he understood all emotions in this world.

“please, please give me a chance to-“

“alhaitham, for someone as intelligent as you, there’s no way you didn’t understand what ‘strictly for business’ means, right?” you shot him down swiftly.

“just once. please. i won’t ask for anything anymore.” his voice was quiet, laced with utter desperation, that your conscience couldn’t help but respond to it. you were mad, but let’s not stoop to his level. you out of all people, was familiar with pain of being ignored by someone who you wanted to talk the most.

“you have one minute.” you finally relented.

“(y/n). i couldn’t be so shameless and ask you to forgive me, and while this may sound like a really bad excuse, i just wanted you to know that i didn’t mean any single word i said that time. as laughable as it was, i never wished for you to be hurt, especially on words that shouldn’t have meaning, words that i made up as a cowardly defense, words that had zero truth in them. i-i was scared that you changed my world so quickly that my initial reaction was to reject it, even though every time i met you i had nothing but pleasant warmth brimming in my chest. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry that you were hurt because of me.” it was all over the place, it may have missed a lot of points he had made on his head, but it was genuine. at this point with just this apology, alhaitham won’t be greedy and hoped his was accepted, he just wished that the wound on your heart that he had tore with his words would ease even just a little. because he truly, truly regret it.

you weren’t sure what to say, your eyes stopped at a window in the room.

“i.. don’t know what to say, alhaitham. all of this didn’t make the heartbreak i felt that day any less painful,” you mumbled, you could still remember it very vividly. “of course, that wasn’t my intention! i was stupid. i didn’t come here expecting you to welcome me with open arms, i just—very selfishly, realized now that i need you in my life, and i’m going to work very hard so you can at least tolerate that idea as well.” he was visibly stressed, his face filled with guilt. something you never thought he was capable of.

as much as you wanted to just push him away, you couldn’t ignore the emotional struggle he’s been having. you had no idea. though the reason excused nothing, you now had a better understanding of the man who’s standing right in front of you.

you sighed. “things are going to be very different, alhaitham. i sincerely hope you know that i’ll never come to you first again for anything ever. i never wanted to experience something like that again.” you said, setting out clear boundaries that what had happened in the past, was not going to happen for a second time. you’re going to make him work for it.

“i wouldn’t have it any other way. thank you so much (y/n), thank you,” alhaitham said, currently still feeling guilty because he knew the only reason he was getting a second chance was because your boundless kindness. he knew he didn’t deserve it, but he now was going to do everything in his power to accept him back into your life. which was something he did not expect to be easy, but he prefer it this way. he's beyond grateful that you had selflessly given him another chance to fight for you, and he's gonna fight like hell.

now alhaitham had hope. something he doesn’t really say out loud due to its nature being a bit childish, however at that time, he allowed himself to imagine a future with you, and how truly strange it was that the mere image of you being with him could make his stomach fluttered with pure joy.

alhaitham now understood very well that rationality did not work well with love.

and he’s okay with that.

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more a/n: i love alhaitham but i wanna see him get punched once for the things he said hahaha..... that aside thank you all so so so so much for the interest on this fic that so many of you guys requested a part 2 :') i wanna say i had a blast writing this one. alhaitham is such an interesting character, especially regarding his relationship with emotions. once again thank you much and i'll be back with fluff soon so look out for that!!!

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[fleouriarts]

time for a jamie and co LORE POST!!!! here's them with their (immediate) families. all the actual lore and such below

JAMIE: only child with a single mom. since furries in this universe can only have kids within their taxonomic families, adoption is really common among smaller families like prionodontidae. however jamie's mom erica really wanted a bio kid, so she ended up marrying another linsang who she liked... well enough, but not that much. they get divorced when jamie's a little kid. she had jamie at an older age; by the time he's in college her markings have already started greying, which is why she looks a little dull next to him. nowadays she works as a teacher and she loves her son vewy much :3

SANTIAGO: santiago is the only one in the main cast with different species parents. cross-species kids are just the species of either parent with a 50/50 chance cus i don't feel like dealing with hybrids... HOWEVER sometimes genetic fuckshit happens. because of said genetic fuckshit, santiago grew to a cow size instead of a sheep size. i couldn't fit all the family relations shit on the actual image but emilio is santiago's OLDER brother (hes 25) but people always assume hes younger because santiago is a giant. magnolia and amapola are twins and both 8. mariana is either a teacher or a librarian (haven't figured it out yet) but she used to paint when she had more free time which is how santiago got interested in painting and eventually went into fine arts. jorge is a plumber and emilio is a graphic designer. santiago is the first in the family to leave their hometown (key west) for a degree (emilio went to a local college) and his mom + sisters were SOOOOOOOOOO SAD so he comes home to visit as often as he can. also since he is in family bovidae he has several cousins/aunts and uncles/etc that are different species. all i know for sure is that one of them lives near jamie and co's college and is some sort of antelope (leaning towards bongo bc i like them). also using this poast to announce that i changed santiagos outfit here is his new cute flowers and bees sweater look

JOHNNY: her family works on a chicken (and other assorted birds) farm, the chickens are for both eggs and meat while the other birds are just for eggs. this is actually a common set-up in the dorian furryverse, it's hard to farm livestock as a carnivore (because all the livestock are deathly afraid of you) so herbivores usually do the job even if they can't actually eat what they farm. johnny's parents are sorta "confused but got the spirit" about her being a butch lesbian. jimmy is an ass about it but he gets better. shoutout to this horse color calculator for helping me figure out which coat colors were plausible for them

NULL: null has an older brother and does not talk to their parents. sakichi is six years older than null and they were never very close; their parents treated sakichi as the "successful" child and null as the "problem" child. they're also quite conservative. null realized they were agender in high school but stayed closeted at home, they planned to come out to their parents immediately once they got to college and were able to support themselves. something happens that instead makes them come out a few days after their graduation and they get kicked out. null doesn't know where to go and ends up living at johnny's farm for the summer before college (sakichi lives far away doing some tech job and so can't take them in). the clantons are basically null's family at this point. once null legally changes their name they remove their last name entirely (it probably says X on their documents just cus there has to be SOMETHING there). sakichi and null see each other very occasionally, and sakichi still talks to their parents, but only when absolutely necessary. it's not malicious, he'd just feel too guilty cutting himself off from them completely

ARGYLE: argyle is an only child with well-off parents, his mom is a lawyer and his dad is a quirky ancient history professor. his parents are like EXTREMELY doting so they were secretly kinda glad that he came back home so they could see him more often. argyle was really scared that they would hate him for going into a less stable field, but his parents love him to death and are ready to support him in whatever. suzanne was probably a nightmare at pta meetings i'll be so real

[wintrwinchestr]

Hello Winter ❄️

I want to spread some love, hugs and forehead kisses to all the writers I adore.🩵 ( of course u are on that list)

I don’t even know how to start….so on a random day I decided to read the parts of “obedience” that are out so far and I’m floored. I don’t think in real life I would ever want to be a puppy but for Joel fucking Miller, I would be any day of the week. What made me giggle was this warning “one face slap but she likes it (and so do i)” because so do I !!!!!!! 😍🥰

Maybe I shouldn’t find it so hot to be slapped in the face but I just do there’s no stopping me. 🫣🤭

But what absolutely crushed me into oblivion was your rockstar!joel….. i’m serious. You must’ve put some kind of drug in your writing because it’s just wow, u turned me into a pathetic little puddle. The smut was so incredible hot and the whole Daddy thing is soooooooooo far up my alley so of course while actively reading I had to take multiple breaks to just calm down to not lose my mind while they were fucking.🥵

I would give my soul away to have that Joel fuck me the way he did reader even if it means unavoidable heartbreak. ❤️‍🩹

I truly hope that Reader chews the fuck out of him and makes him live in hell for treating her like that.

And for some reason, I was kind of thinking of Tommy Lee, which is maybe not that fitting, but that’s the only Rockstar I really know and for some reason he popped into my head 🧐

Lastly, I can only say I’m really excited for what else you got in store with both of these stories but please know that you should never feel pressured or forced to get a chapter or story out as quick as possible. I will wait however much time it takes because in the end, it’s absolutely worth it. 🩵

I hope u have fantastic day and take care of yourself Winter ❄️🫶🏻

mina, this is so incredibly kind and sweet, i saw this first thing this morning and i've been thinking about it all day, waiting until my work day was over so i could properly sit down and respond to you.

i'm happy that random lil tag made you giggle!! i probably giggled when i wrote it. you and me both find it hot to get slapped baby, nothing wrong with being into it 💖 every time i watch joel's lil interrogation scene from the first game and he does that "you focus right here" with the slap i blush and kick my feet like want him to do that to me 😔

i am so glad you love my baby rockstar!! daddy kink is like my #1 favorite thing, it pains me to write something without it like what else am i supposed to call u? i'm a slut for titles, especially that one 🤭

i'm excited to finish the next chapter and give it to you all to read!! i've put a lot of thought and work into what joel and reader are both going through post-morning after and then what happens after her little surprise performance that night, i hope you all enjoy reading it :)

you're so true for tommy lee bc i kind of associate him/motley crue with rockstar as well!! in my mind tommy was definitely like the sex, drugs and rock n roll pretty boy back in the day, that impression is mostly due to watching pam & tommy on hulu lol (highly recommend). you're right like it's not quite the same vibe but he definitely kept coming up in my mind too!!

i appreciate your kind ending words so so much 💖 i write/create in the free time i have from my full time job, my creative energy kind of ebbs and flows, some scenes and stories come easier than others but i am so happy i started writing again and i never would have imagined someone as sweet as you would take the time to say such nice things about my writing.

i did have a pretty good day today and you were definitely a part of that 😁 thank you again so much for sending me this amazing message, and thank you for reading!! 💖

[dumbbpupp]

I want to walk through a store with you, guiding you along holding your hand, making you feel all small and giggly while I pull clothes off the rack, comment how cute you would look in them, and set them into our cart without a second thought. A long shopping trip, and at the end we pick out a toy for you as a treat, but I make you promise to be patient and wait til we get home to open it. You nod and smile, knowing the moment we get in the car your impatient little hands will be tearing at the wrapping, but when in the car, the moment you do I slap your hands away and tell you that only patient boys get treats.

I want to get you home, and take you upstairs. You whine for your toy and I tell you to be patient for me while I have you try on your new clothes. You pout as you try on a cute pair of jeans and a shirt, but I tell you how cute you are and take a picture to remember. You huff and sigh as I make you try on a new button down and a cute pair of shorts. Another picture where you won't smile because you just want your toy... Finally, I tell you that there's one outfit left for my little boy.

So you reach into the bag and pull out the cutest little skirt and crop top... You whimper and beg that you just want your toy... Daddy says to put on the clothes and you whine the entire time you're changing. When I ask for patience again, you give a giant sigh as you pull the crop top on, leaving your cute little tummy exposed... I help pull your skirt up and you sigh and say "Now can I have my toy?"

And that sends me over the edge. Instead of the kind and gentle Daddy, you get angry growly Daddy. I grab your neck, throw you over the edge of the bed, pull the skirt up and hold you down while I angrily take off my pants. You whimper and beg as I shove my cock all the way into your boyhole without any rubbing or touching. It hurts so bad but Daddy doesn't stop.

"All I wanted was to dress you up all pretty but you wouldn't stop whining about your FUCKING toy..."

I will fuck you until you lose all perception of time. I use your hole until I release inside of you. And when you're laying there whimpering and crying, that's when I throw your toy to you while you sob.

"Here's your fucking toy... You're welcome."

Uh..um... y-yes..? Please?? But is it a LPS 🥺 cause that'd make it soooooooooo much better. I love this so much ugh ugh ugh plz??? Please Daddy?

[brothersonahotelbed]

my coworker and i were talking today about the new season of loki and how neither of us has watched any of the new episodes yet and what was crazy was that he said he had heard next to nothing about the new series, whether it was bad or good or anything like that, and he's on tiktok and instagram and twitter, like he's very active with social media. and then i was like ..wow you're right come to think of it i have not heard a LICK about the new season with the except of one piece of fanart from the tumblr radar. and he was like if i didn't know better i wouldn't have known at all that there was a new season because there's been zero talk about it online and only a few commercials on tv. and then i confessed to him that despite loki being one of my favorite characters ever i really wasn't all that into the first season and hardly excited about the second and i really felt like they didn't do his character justice and also i think the sylvie arc was stupid as hell and mobius should die and to make things even worse they barely gave loki ANY cool sexy audacious outfits to wear. like. he wore a fucking dirty white button up and slacks and a tie nearly the whole time it seemed. also i didn't say this to him but i hhaaated that they were pushing loki and sylvie to be together, and i didn't hate that because it was "weird" that it was "selfcest" or whatever like that wasn't even the worst bit the worst was that sylvie's character is bland and boring and kind of anoying and it makes me feel like i'm a misogynist for not liking her but honestly i think th emarvel writers just threw her in there and maybe they're the real misogynists here. like everything about the show just sucked and it's like okay are you going to give loki an actually interesting arc or are you just going to make his whole character about being abused and neglected and soooooooooo close to redemption but it turns out he'll always be the bad guys haha! like what the fuck. marvel always fucking treats him like trash not to mention i thought the plot of s1 was kind of boring and i would MUCH rather watch a loki tv show that was all about his youth on asgard or honed in specifically on his relationship with thor OR GOD FORBID HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOTHER??? QUEEN FRIGGA??? DOES ANYONE REMEMBER HER CAN WE GET A LITTLE SPOTLIGHT ON HER?? AND THE WAY SHE TREATS LOKI SO WELL AND MAKES HIM FEEL LIKE HE'S REALLY WORTH A DAMN IN THIS WORLD?? I WANT TO SEE THAT KIND OF STUFF NOT MARVEL'S SAD AND SORRY ATTEMPTS AT HETEROSEXUAL ROMANCE CONCERNING A CHARACTER WHO IS CANONICALLY QUEER. GET LOKI A FCKING BOYFRIEND AND THEN DIE !!!!!!

[whatiwouldnotgivethots]

Can i request scott/deucalion and bondage? 👉👈🥺 Any level of consent is fine with me.

this is soooooooooo delicious, and i simply can't resist holy shit THANK YOU

scott/deucalion  bondage, dubious consent as this is set roughly in season 3a, hand jobs, facials

When Scott gets home from lacrosse practice, Deucalion's sitting at his desk.  There's panic, quick and sharp, fluttering in his chest at the sight.  He stands, numb, at the threshold of his bedroom, tries to swallow several times in quick succession past the fear and the anger and the helplessness.  

“Hello, Scott,” Deucalion says, easy as anything.  “Have a good practice?”

“What are you doing here?” Scott manages, clutching the strap of his backpack for dear life.  

Deucalion clucks his tongue.  “Now is that anyway to treat a guest?  What would your mother say?”

Scott flinches like he’s been hit, “Don’t talk about my--”

“Your mother’s fine, if that’s what you’re worried about.  I’ve left the rest of the pack at home.  Come on, put your things down.  I’ve come for a little chat.”  

“Something tells me this is going to be more than a little chat,” Scott replies, mulishly.  He does, however, deposit his belongings on the floor and pulls the door shut, locking it behind him.  Deucalion gestures towards his bed in a sweeping motion, and ever so tentatively, Scott takes a seat.  He makes sure never to turn his back on Deucalion.  He hunches over, looking up at Deucalion through his lashes.  He kind of misses his long hair, it was easier to hide behind.  Kept his neck hidden.  

There’s an itch of--something lodged in his throat.  He’s not sure if it’s still fear or something new, unnamed.  Being in Deucalion’s presence, being the object of his undivided attention, is intense.  It makes the wolf within Scott, the wolf he holds a very tenuous leash on, whine.  Want to roll over and show its soft underside.  Scott the boy doesn’t know what to do with the sensation so tries to do his best to ignore it.  

“Now I know you don’t want to be in my pack,” Deucalion says, tilting his head training his unseeing eyes on Scott, “which does hurt my feelings dreadfully.  I’ve come to make one last plea.  I’ve heard I can be persuasive when I need to be.”  

“I know everything you have to offer.  And I’m not interested,” Scott says.  

In an instant, Deucalion has two hands on his thighs, gripping him tight enough to leave bruises if bruises lasted on Scott.  His nose drags along the length of Scot’s neck, and Scott’s breath stutters.  A smirk spreads across Deucalion’s face, creeping slowly like ivy on a brick wall.

With a whisper, Deucalion says, “You know what I just heard?  The slightest stumble of your heartbeat.  I think, perhaps, you want to be persuaded because I can give you what no one else can.”

Deucalion takes a deep breath, lets the heady scent of Scott wash over him--clean, boyish sweat and the tang of wolf and the acrid smoke smudge of fear, all undercut by the sweetness of arousal billowing off Scott in bursting clouds.  Deucalion wants to sink his teeth into him.  Such a shame Peter Hale got that pleasure.  

“I don’t-- I don’t need anything.  I have my own family, my own pack.”

Deucalion traces his fingers up and down the seam of Scott’s jeans, coming within a hairsbreadth of the zipper.  It’s a ghost of a touch really, and Scott’s trembling like a leaf beneath him.

“Those are humans.  They can’t feed the wolf inside you,” Deucalion says, trailing one single finger up Scott’s zipper, teases the waistband of his jeans, lays his palm flat on Scott’s stomach.  The muscle instinctively ripples under his touch.  Scott swallows a whimper.  

“Your whole being craves it.  I can smell it on you.”  Deucalion’s voice drops low, rough and gravely.  Scott’s belly goes hot and slippery, roiling, at the sound of it.  When Deucalion brushes his lips against the shell of his ear, Scott shivers.  Clutches his bedclothes in his fists.  “I would give it to you over and over, dear boy.  Ruin you for anyone else.”  Deucalion grabs his dick through his jeans and squeezes, a little mean.  Scott jerks like he’s shocked, mouth dropping open in a cry.  

Everything’s so much right now--Deucalion’s breath on his over-heated skin, his lips on his temple, his hand palming and kneading his cock.  Against his better judgement and all his senses screaming at him to run, his dick fattens up.  Can feel himself getting wet and leaking into his boxers.  The draw of Deucalion is like a needling hook behind his belly button pulling him forward.  An ache deep in the cradle of his hips.  It takes everything in him not to crawl into Deucalion’s lap the way he would have with Allison.  

With a little push, Deucalion urges Scott flat on his back, and Scott-- Scott goes willingly.  Deucalion throws his head back, inhales slow and deep.  Scott can’t tear his eyes away from the rise and fall of his chest.  The red of his eyes flash in the low light, and his biceps thrum with pent up energy.  Everything about Deucalion is utterly man.  A man, full grown.  Confident, sure of himself.  

Straddling Scott’s waist, he tugs Scott’s shirt off and brings it to his nose.  Open-palmed, he traces the line of Scott’s pecs, tickles down his sternum, presses into the hollow of his stomach.  Inhales the scent of Scott’s shirt, and the sight alone makes Scott feel like he’s going up in flames.  He squirms underneath him, firsts clenching, unclenching.  Grasping for-- something.   

There’s a breathless moment of tension of Deucalion holding Scott’s shirt aloft, and then he’s tossed Scott on his belly.  Gathers Scott’s wrists up, knots that shirt around them, and pins them at the small of his back.  He yanks Scott up until Scott’s back is flush with his chest, both on their knees.  And Scott can feel the hard line of Deucalion’s dick against his ass, the heat of it bleeding over.  

“What are you doing?” Scott gasps, going tense.  His voice cracks, the way it hasn’t since he was 13, and the way Stiles’s still does sometimes.  Deucalion chuckles in his ear, and Scott shivers in its wake.  He keeps petting Scott’s chest with his free hand, brushing over his nipples, pulling on them, pinching.  Scott bites his lip bloody to hold back the whimper crawling up his throat.  As quick as the copper tang registers on his tongue, the cut is healed over.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Deucalion asks.  “Persuading you.”

Deucalion smears his hand down Scott’s abdomen, thumbs the fly of Scott’s jeans open, and slips inside.  His hand is warm and dry against the sensitive skin of his cock, and Scott jolts at the first brush of it.  He’s so fucking hard that it’s difficult to think.  Deucalion drags the tip of his finger through the wet slick at the head of Scott’s dick, teases the crown of it with a flicker of a touch.  Scott’s dick blurts out a dribble of pre-come that Deucalion dutifully gathers and uses to ease the slide of his hand.  

Even though Scott knows, in that hazy, distant way, that he could easily rip out of tee shirt binding his wrists, the pressure combined with the force of Deucalion’s will takes Scott’s higher thinking prisoner.  The wolf raging inside him wants to turn on its back, betray its instincts and give up its soft underbelly.  His blood is thrumming his veins, and Scott whines for more because Deucalion’s taken to barely brushing the length of his dick.  Ghosting touches that have him trembling.  

“That’s it, Scott,” Deucalion says, nosing along the column of Scott’s neck, “let yourself have it.”  He presses the words into Scott’s skin, the barest hint of fang slipping onto the skin.  Every one of his senses is dialed to 11, everything tuned to Deucalion, his overwhelming presence, and his hand--oh.  His sure hand now taking Scott out and jacking his dick slow and hard, enough that his fist thumps into his pelvis.  Rough and demanding, almost savage.  It sounds so loud and obscene in his bedroom.  

Scott’s hips kick forward into Deucalion’s touch of their own volition.  He fucks Deucalion’s fist, letting out tiny little ah-- ah-- ahs-- that embarrass him.  A flush creeps up his neck, suffuses over his face, the closer he gets to the edge.  

“Good boy,” Deucalion all but purrs, and it knots up low and sweet in Scott’s. belly, mingles with shame and want and that terrible, heady cocktail of hormones he’s come to associate with being 16.  He sides Scott’s foreskin down and digs a nail into the slit of his cock.  “Now come for me.” 

Scott’s hands scrabble at nothing for purchase when Deucalion sinks his teeth into his shoulder.  The sting of pain races through him, and he’s gone.  The release hits him like train at full speed, right between his lungs.  It pushes the air out of him, saps all the strength from his limbs until he’s collapsing forward, tears stinging his eyes.  

Deucalion rolls him onto his back, and Scott goes willingly, pliant and easy.  He straddles Scott’s chest, furiously unzipping his trousers.  He pulls his cock out, and starts jerking himself off, a hairsbreadth from Scott’s face.  His mouth drops open, lips red and chapped from him gnawing on them.  With a near-primordial growl that rockets through Scott’s whole being, Deucalion comes in hot streaks across Scott’s face.  His chest heaves, body sinking into itself.  

The heat of his release on Scott’s skin almost stings, but not more than the humiliation that creeps through him after Deucalion pets his hair before standing and setting himself to rights.  With a single clawed finger, Deucalion slices Scott’s shirt in half, freeing his wrists.

“I’ll expect your answer tomorrow, Scott,” Deucalion says, but he’s already gone before Scott can even register the words.

[zushimart]

hi idk if this is a weird ask or not bc im half asleep but i just wanted to say that i started following u on my old blog in late 2022 like maybe december and your posts about bpd scara made me feel so seen. i wasn't diagnosed then but it was recently on the table as a diagnosis for me all of a sudden and it was terrifying because i feel like pwbpd are demonized and hated everywhere i look. and just like scrolling thru ur bpd scara tag was like looking at a diary of my own mind or smth. so it was really new to me to see someone talk about borderline as something that brings love and pain into our lives and not just as some scary evil-people diagnosis. like ur definitely my fav writer on this app by far but also u make me feel really validated in my emotions i guess? wow idk sorry like i actually have no idea how to describe it but hopefully u can read minds ‼️ 🤞 i have since been diagnosed with bpd with a criteria score of 9/9 so 😳 idk where id be rn in september 2023 if i hadn't sort of started to learn to love myself from your writings exploring a character. so yea this is probably a strange ask so feel free to ignore it. also im going on anon bc im scared of interacting w ppl. ALSO U R SO FUNNY ND YOUR HUMOR/RANDOM FUNNY TAGS FEEL SO SIMILAR TO MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

this is such an open & genuine thing to say to me . i like had to sit with it for a second because it was so .. idk like how to communicate it . my devaluation of ths blog is pretty frequent, treating it sort of like a big boy version of the 2000s children’s diaries with locks.. my thoughts tossed in here nd piled nd piled nd piled, endlessly messy. nd it objectively is a writing blog , like yeah, on a surface level, i own& maintain a writing blog, but i would never tell people that. when people ask my hobbies i always say writing & ill show them my poetry pieces but i never tell them i have a blog because im kind of embarrassed by the very seriously delusional self indulgence i pour into this thing . but then i hear about.. like, for ex. we learned ab and have to maintain our own commonplace book in class, which is essentially where people collected anything and everything they felt needed to be archived from their day and tucked it into the pages of a journal . like how thomas jefferson’s commonplace book will have his serious philosophical & political ramblings side by side a recipe for cornbread because it was just a place to put everything big & small . the practical & the theoretical. just, whatever Means something to u. and leisure, indulgence, pleasure r concepts just as important as virtues imo. anyway i say all this to say that what u said to me makes me want to treat everything better, even this place. it like, makes me feel really proud of my writing& analyses that i might normally b quick to label as inconsequential or childlike because im scared people will think i care too much about something so culturally insignificant. but i do care!! obviously!! a lot. i was like kind of bummed today for a number of reasons frm feeling a bit isolated to feeling like living out my principles& ideals (connecting w community, peer centered thinking etc etc) is almost impossible because im sooo freaking shitty at social convention. so when u sent this in & i read it, it was almost like when ur spacing out nd someone snaps 🫰🫰 in front of ur face to get ur attn. so busy trying 2 b significant to someone to realize that u Already are significant in a myriad of little ways. that it’s not something u search for or insert urself into but rather an inevitable outcome of existing. Anyway . not to b sentimental but i wanted 2 b as candid with u because i really did think it was sweet of u to share & im really happy that i was able 2 positively shape & support a little space of ur life because really thats all i ever want to do. Soooooooooo if ur ask was weird then my response is even weirder. Handwritten thank u:

[husbandhoshi]

Heyyy! I know you’re in and out of being active, and I’ve actually changed a ton recently so I haven’t really popped in, but something reminded me of you so I thought I’d say hi!

When I first started following you/interacting with you I had just started a new job, and can you believe it, I’ve been here for a little over a year now! It’s only gotten more stressful but I still love it (plus now I get a raise, be it a small one)

How are you doing!! I hope everything is well with you 💙💙💙

-🕷️

hi sorry this is SOOOOO late. like months late. but honestly it is so nice seeing one of my day ones and im still soooooooooo genuinely flattered that you still think of me????

as for ur job--i love that for u like u deserve it more than anyone. it rlly makes me so happy to see u thriving! congrats on the raise i hope you treat yourself <3

[lavenders-soups]

helloo helloooo!! as i promised here are some todoroki headcanons!

i had a head empty moment so it kinda went on and on but that means more content sooo a win ig?

but ye! happy reading lovelies! <33

warnings: none its just fluff for our hot n cold boy

todoroki x gn!reader

being with todoroki is...

well lets start with the obvious

its just a little a lot bit awkward at first

but yk all good relationships are usually like that

yall spend his father's money (this is me being petty)

and go on cute romantic dates to these nice restaurants and yall are like the best couple there

so he's not the most physically affectionate bc of.. well yk

but he will remind you very often that he does care for you and you are the light of his life

he will try his best tho!

for you physically affectionate readers out there, i will tell you that he will try to provide physical comfort and affection

just give him some time pls :0

yall do be studying together

gotta stay on top of those grades bae

and he knows that

so if you're like me he will constantly request that you study with him

enough about studying tho

i think you guys like to go on walks

help relieve some negative energy and get a breath of fresh air

now we know he had a sheltered childhood soooooooooo im thinking

movie nightssss!!

yall just chill and watch some good movies he probably hasnt seen bc his dad is an asshole and i hate how he treats his children

anyways :)

give him love bc that man needs it

and he loves you so

13/10 headpats and a hug

masterlist

[rosiehufflepuff]

☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️🍑☁️

DRACO X FEM READER !!

House : hufflepuff

Blood line : pure blood

Summary : you and draco has been friends for two years without anyone knowing however lately the secret is out , and people are shaming you about , you (a hufflepuff) is friends with the prince of the slytherin -draco Malfoy - which make him feel bad and ashamed leading to him push you away

Warning : it is little lengthy

Warning : self shame, angry! Draco, bullying, angst, TOO MUCH FLUFF, FLUFFY!DRACO

Year : fifth

Best friend ( maybe secret crush ) trope

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For two years we have been friends, two years you have been my safe place, two years , you both would meet in astronomy tower or the forbidden forest in  the night , on the weekends , hidden from the preying eyes of the other people , not cause embarrassment or disgust in fact both of you and Draco loved that this was your thing , a secret , the time for you and him only , it felt like the world was empty and no human was other than you both together and all weight that was on your shoulders would left away , you would spend time together , talking , laughing , reading , or you writing and Draco painting silently enjoying the peace you both had till one day this imaginative world , this world that was owned by you both vanished in thin air ....

A gossiper student saw both of you, resulting of the next day the entire magic craft school, to know about the friendship and it wasn’t just knowing and being silent , no it was vicious and fast like a burning fire scattering through a woodland , that it pushed the Slytherin boy over the edge of anger and spite , resulting in him scanning every inch of the school, running around threatening the students till he found the one and only lavender brown , fueled by anger , seeing nothing but red , the boy corned her in some empty class, he shoved his wand in the Gryffindor neck , if he hated Gryffindor before , it was underestimated now as he despises them with every inch of his body  .

To Draco , Gryffindor took the only opportunity for him to be in peace , to have control over his existence . They all were fortunate bustards , they were the heroes and painted him as the villain , he just wanted to be happy like them but they weren’t allowing it , to Draco they were the only genuine villains.

Nevertheless before the boy can do anything, Snape entered the class, seeing the scene in front of him, alarmed about the mix of anger, tensity and tears that crammed the room, the professor separated both of them by a spell of his wand , as he took the pale boy wand in his hand, shaming him for his doing and lack of control over his emotions with his gaze , ignoring the girl that crawled out of the class, as she thanks merlin for giving her another chance to live and probably now having the Slytherin house head as her favorite professor after this.

Of course this incident didn’t pass quietly, no, it reached Dumbledore , causing Draco to be called and putting Snape in the circumstance of defending the boy and only letting him go with losing 20 points from Slytherin and detention for two weeks , “of course albus would do that !! Any chance to push up his golden house “ draco mind filled with this belief as he raged out of the room, with heat filling his body to the Slytherin room ,all he wanted to be in his atmosphere immediately, away from all the preying gaze that he responded with glare directly making shy away in fear .

Throwing his body on the soft silky sheet of his bed , he couldn’t help but shove his head in hands , he knew!!!! he fully knew!!!!! , that the occurrence with the annoying Gryffindor girl will fuel the whole thing!! But he let his emotions out of control!!! He was so ashamed of his lack of control that he couldn't stop shaming himself till the sun rose up for the next day

His thoughts were correct ..... Merlin..... The following day, the whole school is either talking about the incident with the annoying girl or .... the second thing....... Which hurt him the most ... people were shaming y/n cause she was close to him? Draco was used to people believing terrible of him, .....truth......he wanted that to be his reputation but not that extreme ......... people were shaming her .... about how a Hufflepuff can be close with a nightmare like him .... and if she was a real Hufflepuff.........if she is going to be the first death eater from Hufflepuff.....

” Merlin... Doesn't this academy quiet ever......” draco couldn't help but whisper under his breath as he was done with this school.

Throwing himself in a seat of the slytherin ‘s eating table in the grand hall, hoping it would be quieter but Salazer........he was wrong

“ soooooooooo........ Malfoy!!!! what is with you and the badger girl “

Theo asked with smirk, earring him a sharp scowl from the pale boy, that brought shivers of fear that ran all over his body.

” first there is NOTHING , this school made a whole bloody mountain out of nothing!!!!!, next one more word about this on the table and I will hex anyone to the oblivious!”

the seriousness in Draco ’s words was exhibited , it was powerful that it shut the whole house members down, making everyone eat in silence, in the opposite side of the room, was the Hufflepuff table, he saw you, you have been friends for too long, of course he would be able to identify you so easily. His sharp cloudy grey eyes stopped on ur smiling figure, sensing outrage take over his body....... the words that was talked behind your back were something you never deserve it!!....... , to him .... you were like a flower and everyone tried to kill you from the roots and he was ready to do anything to protect you even stepping on his own heart ....

On your table things were quite different, everyone was cackling and chatting, no one bothered you or gossiped about you, cause as Hufflepuff, the morality of judging people without knowing them was odd, yes some questioned you and Draco friendship cause, well ...he is a git and you are wonderfully nice and cheerful ’so how did that happen? ’ to the rest of the house that was remarkable event

abruptly you felt strong gaze on you, as you notice who, you smiled and waved to the boy on the slytherin table, but his response gave you knot in your stomach, he frowned and got up from the table and walked away...’did I do something wrong ’ , that was weird reaction from the boy, he never behaved like that, sure he wasn't open, carefree and loud if he was he would be in Gryffindor but he was thoughtful with you, as he tried to act more with care as he didn't want to harm your feelings so this response stung a bit.

Then potions class came, you and Draco shared the class, he sat in front of you as he worked alone while you sat with your pal Luna Lovegood from ravenclaw, you finally had the opportunity to talk to your Slytherin friend and check on how is he doing .

so as soon as Snape turned to the board, you patted the boy shoulder to get this attention ” Draco...hi....” no response ” draco, are you okay? ” no response ” i fully know.. That you must be annoyed now but-” ” can we not talk now! I'm trying to concentrate on snape here ” he wasn't yelling but the sharp tone of his voice send you back down to your spot ” I'm sorry... ” even though, you know he must be mad, you couldn't help but get hurt, noticing the reaction on your face, Luna put her hand on yours as you both lock hands as giving you a smile assuring you that it is okay and she is here

she knew you and she knew Draco, it was fascinating to hear how you both are friends but yet she understood how Draco ’arse’ attitude was just a face for his household so she was happy that he got a friend like you in his life perhaps to free him but also she wasn't pleased about how he treated you now but all she can do was just to hold your hand to soothe your feelings .

But it wasn't only Luna who wasn't pleased no Draco himself, he heard the pain in your words and he was conscious of the Ice dripping in his tone, he hated how he couldn't control how feels, he trained all his life for that but he is failing that now ”wonderful malfoy , just incredible “

The potions class was done and you couldn’t be happier , you were out of this room finally Draco out of your sight ! ...you wanted to yell at him and be mad at him for hours, you wanted also to cry but no way in Merlin ’s bread you would cry for a boy , you always were tough emotionally and no way a icy tone will break you in tears “ we are not going to be this low now , hold it “ looking at yourself in the mirror of the girls bathroom , you took deep breathes as your walked yourself out, moving to your next chosen class which is magical music

this was your comforting class but now thanks to a current slytherin , you can’t put up with the music that plays but thanks to Helga kindness from her grave you have Luna with you a familiar face to look at when you crave to scream “ you look upset “ Luna calm voice cut your doze off , you sigh as you respond “ I’m Luna ..... and I shouldn’t be ... I understand his emotions but I’m furious... that he is dismissing mine !! Aren’t we friends !” “SHHHHH” Whispering louder than you aimed at , earned you undesirable scowlled looks , leading you to apologizing to the instructor and your class mates

“ well ..... why you don’t ask him ?? “ “ I want to......but it is hard finding Draco anywhere in Hogwart alone.........he always has people around.......” “ no he is ...” “ what ...wait ! ... what ? Really ??!”” “ SHHHHHHH” dismissing the glare from the male instructor , you and Luna continued the conversation “ Draco is a perfect , he can go out after the allowed hours as they quote to check on students “ “ yes I know this ..... “ “ but the point that is concealed that the Slytherin , use this privilege to spend time introverted in library .... I always saw him.......but...........I’m not his favorite person nonetheless yes ... that can be beneficial for you “

knowing what Luna meant, you nod slowly giving the girl big smile for her help “ Luna the words thank you , doesn’t explain how much I’m thankful for you “ both of you turned to the professor cause till now you both weren’t focusing with noticing how the teacher and class started to fed up on your missing notes, that was the best thing to do.

After finally the pain that you gave to your self and your fellow classmates with your messing notes in the music , you rushed to your dorm to change fast into more relaxed outfit that will suit the cold air that won’t only come from the late night but also from Draco himself , you changed to white shirt dress layered with V neck sage green sweater dress , skin colored stocking and beige combat boots , taking a deep breath to calm the anxiety that was slithering to your soul about meeting the slytherin after the incident, not knowing what his reaction will be as he sees you , you shoved this feelings in the very back of your soul , as you got out of the warm room, and faced by the coldness of the the schools hal, you fought the fear that tried to convince you back to your dorm , as you hurry to the library .

Reading a book in some quiet table alone in the very dark corner, that was your strategy for hiding from madam Irma prince, and somehow it worked as your presence went unnoticed by her or that is what you hoped so .

Soon the time passed soon it became the after hours , as you wait for the slytherin prince, somehow deeply inside , you wanted him to come and not come in same time ....

you didn’t know why but you felt uncomfortable about seeing him after the incident but the need to see him now and to converse with him about his attitude was a must for you.

glimpsing a white hair belonging to a faint dark body passing by, nearly like a ghost, you jumped up on your feet as you strode fast , trying to be calm as possible, you tug on the boy arm. Causing him to rotate, as he shoves his wand to your face with scowl before noticing you ”y/n!!!?! BLOODY HELL!! I almost hexed you!!! ” laying his wand away as his face softened a bit ” I'm sorry...but I need to talk to you.....” lifting up his eyebrow at you , questionably for a second before his Straight face appeared

“ we can’t talk anymore ...”

the words that you feared came scrambling hitting you like a train causing your mind to go blank for a sec before you speak again

“ what !!?? Why !!! We were fine till -“

“ yeah till! .... Till that gryffindor wrecked it ! And for that we can’t be friends anymore ... we can’t be seen together! ......Bloody Salazar, I need to report you to your perfect ! “

“ AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT !! CAUSE IM HUFFLEPUFF!! CAUSE YOU ARE SLYTHERIN !! CAUSE YOUR STATUE !! CAUSE THE PURE BLOOD SUPREMACY !! CAUSE SLYTHERIN IS THE ONLY HOUSE !! THAT IS ACCEPTED!!??”

Tears filled your sight, you didn’t care if whole hogwarts heard you , you were hurt , how did he toss you so easily after two years from being friends just cause his status , were you that cheap and meaningless to him? , were you just something for filling his unoccupied period ?.....didn’t he take you as friend or care about you? ...... Were people right about Draco and you are just naive...?

Your mind halts as your ears catch a heavy breathing sound , looking up to the boy in front of you resulting in your eyes growing enormous from the sight in front of you .....

You saw many emotions of draco , many than what most people think there are, but you never ever see him crying before , his gaze was wailing pain and hurt as his breaths was heavy in attempt to process his emotions ....

” you don't comprehend... I don't care about that... I deal with that day-to-day.... I'm the villain in the people eyes!! I was sorted in slytherin y/n... For Merlin sake!!! I'm a death eater in their eyes....no matter what !! ALL ’CAUSE THESE BLOODY BASTARD GRYFFINDORS... THAT WHAT WILL I ALWAYS BE... But you!!! You don't deserve that!! You don't deserve to be treated like that.....you are a good individual...”

” I don't mind draco!!!”

” BUT I DO!! .... You don't listen to what they say about you ......”

” who cares about what they mumble!! THEY ARE STRANGERS! ....Draco if you believe that I'm a good person......Then....You would know I would never mind about what people say and leave you for it !! I Care about my friend Draco here that I know!!!! anyone else no...hell with them to Godric’s fire!! ”

you went closer to draco, locking both of his hands in yours ” I would never quit on you, I will be here to support and...... draco you aren’t villain .... you are just a git that is all, but you are my best git and I’m here for you permanently “

you smiled looking at draco sobbing ’s eyes as you wiped his tears by one of your hands however not allowing his other hand to be out of your hand, squeezing it lightly as a way to confirm your message .

Peaceful moments passed by, with you both staying in your position, finally relaxing after some long day.

Till the slytherin decided to cut the silence

“ You fully understand that .... I wouldn’t ever report you to your perfect ..... “

“ yes I comprehend that, dear “

“ dear ? “

“Hey don’t get cheeky right now ... I just saw your fluffy side “

“ m’sorry, now shut it “

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MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE !! GO EASY ON ME !! I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT !!

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Axis and Allies when their teenager calls them and is like “Dad please come pick me up, the other kids are drinking. But can you make it look like I’m in trouble when you get here so my friends won’t think I’m lame??”

((I did that my first high school party lmao.))

Okay I had a few funnier scenerios and a couple of them probably live off of flustering their child, soooooooooo- heh.

Allies and Axis pick up their child from a party!

Okay! He's not only extremely proud of his kid for being honest and keeping themselves pure, but an excuse to be loud and a cool dad is also good. The man whips up to the house In his best, tricked out sports car, and literally shouts out to his kid "Get in kiddo! We're going for ice cream!" and speeds off with their child. This was the talk of the school and his kid gained some popularity points for having a bad arse dad!

Allies:

America:

England:

He's just confused. What do mean embarrassed? Is he lame? What? Doesn't really care in a way, and just picks them up like normal or suggest they walk to a store for him to pick them up if need be. If they don't make a huge deal of it no one else will. No wait, in second thought... How does his kid feel about being picked up by their punk father and a motorcycle?

France:

His kid should know better. His kid should have just asked to be picked up because France is a terrible liar. So when he does show up he's "yelling" at his kid for not cleaning their room or some stupid thing like that. He's not doing it on purpose! He's just really bad at looking "cool" so please, forgive him for trying...

China:

Now THIS guy embarrasses his kid on purpose. He thinks it's funny, and is the equivalence of a mom who takes out naked baby pictures to show their friends. He drives up in his little electric car, and is carrying around a panda plushie, pretending they woke him up from his sleep. "I was having such an amazing dream about fluffy pandas and kitty cats- Why you wake me?" It's a good thing this is one of those moments his kid will laugh at when they get older, and people were drunk enough at the party to not care.

Russia:

Russia is very protective of children in the first place, even if he's a bit rough about it. In other words, he's also really worried his kid is in danger if the others started drinking, especially if they're under age. He straight up kicks the door in, takes all the alcohol and tells his kid to meet him at the car. It happens so quickly no one really knows what the heck just happened and it kind of scared all the kids into calling their own parents. But let's be honest, he probably just saved them from a boat load of illegal things, and embarrassing mistakes.

Axis:

Germany:

He doesn't know what cool is, so I'm sorry. But he doesn't make a big show of it either. He just goes and gets his kid with a top down in an attempt to be cool. Probably wears a military outfit because kids think that's cool right? At least no one is going to question a military man, especially as intimidating as Germany. He 100% drives them to get ice cream or something for their honesty.

Italy:

Owns some of the coolest sports cars, and immediately starts yelling in Italian when he pulls up. It's super funny because it's not anything serious. He's literally screaming "I don't know what to say so hopefully no one here knows Italian!" Or something to that effect. Then he tells his kid the translation later on and they both have a good laugh over it. Especially because everyone assumed Italy was a chill dad, and to yell in Italian all of a sudden? Man. What did his kid do?

Japan:

Ohhhh- Japan can certainly do cool, yelling however, he can not. But don't worry, this guy borrowed one of Italy's cars, and it's the most vibrant, electric purple. He's wearing sunglasses and a neat jacket with anime on it. The kids at the party flock to him, and he just ignores them and walks up to his kid and goes "I was told you didn't practice with your Katana. Get in the car." And he walks back to the car. The kids are all jaw dropped while his child is happily skipping to the vehicle to go get dinner and a treat. Gotta love riding in style!

[newsies-and-the-nutcracker]

Newsies but it’s French (Canadian) pt.2

(aka me just getting increasingly frustrated the longer it goes on until I’ve completely lost whatever bits of sanity I had left lol)

~ king of new york scene ~

“We’re in the papes??” “You’re in the papes.” why do I find this so funny help-

“For the good of Jack, we can stop complaining...” not the whole thing but that sounds so out of character for Race I can’t-

After a quick google search, I can confirm that Race says “The world is at our boots.”

The newsies are very confused

Apparently he was meant to say feet.

“I’m talking about our feet!”

…

hOW IN THE WORLD IS THAT EVEN CLOSE TO ‘THE WOILD IS YA ERSTER’-

Okay I’m done

“My own face on a piece of wood!” good for you ig

“I’m respectful. I’m looking at you.” please-

“I am pretty, am I not?” yes race you’re very pretty

“My own bed and an indoor toilet!” wait… does that mean you literally have a toilet outside?? In the open???

“Nothing more normal for a famous journalist!” Irdk how I’m supposed to process this-

“Leave, idiot! It’s her, the king of New York!” guys is this actually what he says in English?? Race why are you so m e a n

“Some…” *checks notes* “depressive defeatists” ?? I just want to know how you got that from “Buncha wet noodles”-

“We were on the verge of drowning ourselves in alcohol.” WHY AM I ONLY NOW FIGURING OUT WHAT SOME OF THESE LINES MEAN AS I’M WATCHING IT IN F R E N C H ???

They cut out a lot of the background comments during the dance break and now I’m sad

After Katherine’s little dance: “It’s a joke, I hope.” wow

“You’ll see what the Delancey’s do in their pants!” that sounds so wrong I-

“Friends can leave, let them be!” I don’t think that’s what they were trying to say but okay

~ letter from the refuge scene ~

“There’s guards here, they’re mean.” WOW JUST TEAR MY HEART OUT WHY DONTCHA-

“If they tell us to jump, we obey, if not we’re screwed.” ow

“The rooftop misses me.” I give up.

“It’ll go. I’m in shape.”

“End.” the only time they decide not the put ‘the’ unnecessarily in front of something-

“Good, that’s enough.” how rude

yeah that’s all for that song. I hope you guys weren’t actually expecting me to find much humour in that one

~ watch what happens reprise scene ~

“You are a love.” ??

Guys where I live if you say “tant mieux pour vous.” it means “Too bad for you” and that’s literally what Jack just told Davey-

“Stop. I understand. It’s useless.” eh close enough

“Good blood, where do you have to go to avoid you guys?”

“It’s impossible. We are inevitable.” since when did Davey actually become Thanos?

“And this here girl, Sally, she’s great.” :(

“We say that you wrote a good article.” “You seem horrible.” they’re much more salty in this version-

“Yes, it’s true. And, he is dead.” uhh guess who’s not going to Santa Fe-

“We can forget that and go back to work?” the person who wrote this had a real passion for butchering Les’ lines lol

“Be positive. No one is dead.” mmmmmmmmmmm-

“Is that what you’re hoping for??” MMMMMMMMMMMMMM-

“There’s no question of cents, Jack!” yk what? sure. i don’t even care at this point-

“We’ll do what?” he sounds like he doesn’t even want to win.

“We’re already winning.” “Agreed.” ABORT ABORT THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO S A Y JACK-

“And ‘voila’ why I think that Joe is an idiot. It’s a rattlesnake.” “... Yes.” you heard it right here, guys. if it’s a rattlesnek, it’s an idiot

“And you know why a snake whistles?” WHAT

“He is scared.”

“Go see, the poor of the head that’s spinning.” This is shredding whatever bits of sanity I had left-

“Why send the brutes?” idk why Davey

“You have maybe reason!” “Thank you!”

“And I have an appointment!”

no but when you say you have a ‘rendez-vous’ here where I live, it means you have like a doctors appointment or something lol

~ the bottom line reprise scene ~

“After his release, I surprised him myself!”

“If that’s the case, we’re going to bring him in... in softness.” nice of them

“... or the little thief?” I’m really starting to think that they lack like 99% of words in the French language-

“I was fighting in a war.” “And that turned out well for you?” get wrecked joe

“Rally as much as you want, no journal in town will talk about it.” guys I don’t have enough serotonin for this-

“Everyone here knows you’re horrible!” they made Jack sound like a little kid in the translation, and honestly I’m not even disappointed lol

“We’re missing time, little.” I don’t even know what to say-

“Your abject surrender was always the bottom of the problem.” sure why not

“Gentlemen, escort our guest to the cave-” well isn’t he nice?

“Be happy you’re alive, little. That’s the essential.”

“Yeah, so go!” ?? how is that even remotely close to “Yeah, so behave!” ??????

“I exercised my favourite American punch!” uhhhh good for you?

“You can sleep here, on this old press! It’s very firm.” help I’ve fallen and I can’t get up-

~ brooklyn’s here scene ~

“The sellers need our help! The sellers need our help! Tell them that Brooklyn’s arriving! Tell them that Brooklyn’s arriving!”

“We’re from Brooklyn, we’re the sellers from Brooklyn!” UHHHHH EXCUSE ME???

“We just learned that our friends are going wrong!” please you heard they were ‘going wrong’ like five days ago-

“You know we’re there for you, since always.” oH rEaLlY???

“Brooklyn is there!”

“Strikes aren’t nice, but they’re passionate!” well I’m glad you think so

“Let’s shout it, Brooklyn is there!”

“Aaaaand sooooooo!!” “Sooooooooo!!” “Soooooooooo!!!” “We will send you half road, just to Queens!”

“The pigeons are going to get soaked!” aaaaaand we’re back to the pigeons-

“What sad way to finish your career!” they sound so sarcastic I can’t-

“They’re not serious, but if they think we’re laughing…” i feel low-key threatened-

“Let’s shout it!” well if you try hard enough, you can make it sound like “loud and clear!”?

“Manhattan is theeere, Flushing is theeere, “Richmond is theeere, Woodside is theeere, and the Bronx too!!”

“Sorry, little. No news of him.” I just… why does it translate to “little”?

“You are alone, we could say.” “No.” “Yes.”

Medda really isn’t taking no for an answer-

“The sellers of journals of New York!” I’m crying why is it such a mouthful-

“You want to be treated like an adult? Act like an adult!”

~ something to believe in scene ~

“It’s Specs!” wow kath throw specs under the bus like that-

“And if I was a boy you’d be looking at me with a butter black eye!” I’ve officially given up on the French language I’m sorry-

“You win a fight when the other guy bites the dust.” and another one gone and another one gone-

“If there’s a way I could grab hold of something,” has literally been shortened to ‘if I could.’ IF I COULD-

“If I could stop time.” I’m so mad

“Really?” “Really.” ahhHHHHHHHHHHH

“But it’s going. It’s going.”

“... who didn’t even know she gave me a hope.” WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT IF THE TITLE ANYMORE??

“But it’s going. It’s going.” The thrilling sequel

“No. I’m scared of you.” “No!” yeesh-

“I believe in something.” good for you

~ once and for all scene -

“He is with us.” but like… how much?? only 99 percent????

“We could hold a hoedown here.” I feel like the person translating this just gave up by the end of the show-

“Happy to have found you again.” what did you like lose him or something

“The close.” ok yes that’s funny, but it gets even funnier when you realize it could also be translated to “the farm.”

“A little grease, and she’ll be like new.”

“This is for the guys who kill themselves at the factories.” w h a t

‘THE BANNER OF SELLERS OF JOURNALS’ I’m still not over this

~ everything that comes after that ~

“Anyone who doesn’t act in their own self interest is an idiot!” ey watch it-

also what the heck is ‘quiconque’ I swear I’ve never seen that word in my life

“We will find a way, but let’s seize the moment.” first it was “the chance” and now it’s “the moment” google translate are u okay-

They really went and changed ‘bully’ to ‘monster’ didn’t they

“You can make it.” he really makes it sound like Jack is about to die or something-

“It’s disgusting!” you’re disgusting sir

“And the world will know, we’ve been taking notes.”

“It’s a joke!” nope lol

“Goodbye, fool!” I’M LAUGHING WAY TOO HARD ABOUT THIS-

“Well you already work for my father.” “Yes.”

“Super, Jack Kelly!” I CAN’T-

“So, Jack, you’re staying?” yeah sure close enough-

“Sellers of journals on a mission!”

Das it ‘my friends’ lol. Hope you enjoyed.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Zodiac Headcanons- Taurus! Reader x Brian and Taurus! Reader x platonic! Freddie

From a message sent to me from @thedealerofdreamsandpain​

Well, hi! Idk if for you it's morning, afternoon, evening or night, so I wish you a good all! I'm sorry for the inconvenience I cause you in writing to you, but I would have liked to ask you, after reading and appreciating soooooooooo much your Deaky x Taurus and your Rog x Taurus, if you could write a TaurusxBrian and/or Freddie. I would love to read it because I LOVE the way you write. Last but not least, I'm sorry if I made a mistake in asking you here a request because it's the first time I've done it and I'm also sorry for the possible grammatical/phraseological errors (the Italian school doesn't teach English very well unfortunately:, ()

I wish you a good continuation of the day in peace!

Cristiana.

A/N: Hello Christiana! Here it is! Whenever I write anything with Freddie and a gender neutral reader, I am more comfortable keeping it platonic to respect his sexual orientation. So I hope that’s bene. I hope you enjoy it! Buongiorno oppore Buonaserra! :)

Being a Taurus and dating Brian May would include

Overall, you and Bri are extremely compatible. When you first date him by going on a picnic in the park, everything clicked like cogs in a wheel turning.

You wanted someone dependable- Brian was exactly that. Always letting you know what was up and answering questions you had. He attends anything you are involved in and roots you on with any goals you have- a loyal and loving boyfriend.

You even help him to open up quite easily. Sometimes Brian becomes melancholy or closed off, but with you around, he doesn’t feel the need to hide his thoughts or feelings or anything about himself anymore.

There’s a deep mutual understanding. Both of you can even look at each other and have the same thought. (cue Roger: “They’re doing the telepathy again!!! It’s bloody creepy!”)

 Both of you prize security in a love relationship above almost all else. You can vent to each other and be vulnerable and the rewards are freeing. And often results in cuddling. When you are with each other, it’s very domestic and soft.

You both tend to be nurturers for each other, which is what Brian needs after a long day and what you need after the craziness in your own life. Brian is emotionally nurturing to you, wrapping you in blankets and kissing your forehead while humming. You love to spoil Brian with gifts and good, rich meals

And speaking of meals, you both cook all the time together! Brian shows you some vegetarian dishes he loves and you play music while smelling all sorts of herbs and spices. Even if it takes a while, or is a little burnt at the edges, neither of you mind. It tastes better than the Ritz for both of you, because it was made with so much love.

 Being a Taurus and close friends with Freddie would include...

Meeting and befriending Freddie was easy. You met him in his earlier days of London, insisting on his future stardom. And that bond stayed tight as his prophecy became fulfilled. Partly because neither of you don’t time and are committed to your purposes. You listen to his song demos and he helps you with everything going on in your life.

You help him find value in all sorts of things! “Freddie, let’s go to that place!” He might at first be hesitant, thinking it might be boring. But the place you take him to turns out to be a charming bakery with all sorts of bright cakes made with cream and in the shapes of animals. You both have a ball.

Both of you are rational, organized, and focused on high ideas. Freddie keeps his records in order and when you come over and listen to them, you then put them back in their place. Per his asking.

You also both appreciate each other! Once while drunk, Freddie gushes over you, happy tears in his eyes. “Oh you! You are the most dearest....dearest darling? How the hell are you so amazing, and that face! How come!”

He likes your strength and dedication while you like his ability to think fast. He knows that you have had hard times, but you overcame them and triumphed. Meanwhile you were applauding the incident as a rogue audience member yelled a slur at him and he called the audience member out publicly.

While a touch shy, he invites you to parties and goes out of his way to make sure you are included. You become fun at his parties and even somewhat of a “party legend” from some fun antics that have happened!

Both are giving and make little sacrifices for each other. You take time to listen to his music as Freddie blossoms into the Rock God we all know and love. He buys you all sorts of gifts and experiences as treats for you, as well as for your benefit. But Fred’s curious about you and asks lots of questions. Dinners and teas and drinks are common, with both of you catching up, just like those days in Kensington Market, long ago.

  Taglist: @queenlover05​  @seraphicmercury​ @yourlocalmusicalprostitute​

[workingforitallthetime]

Ha if u want to um. Elaborate on that d/s spectrum we’d love to hear it ahahahah :D

thank you kindly for this ask! let's take this from the top (by which i mean we're going to start with team usa's dommiest dom and end with the subbiest sub, and yes i am being intentionally just a bit sloppy about conflating dom/top and sub/bottom.)

cam york: they voted him their captain, so. also there is this video. also there is this photo. don't try to tell me cam york is anything other than the alpha dom of team usa.

cole caufield: i just get the feeling that cole knows what he wants and he's always kind of one step ahead, you know what i mean?

matt boldy: listen, it would be completely understandable to combine team usa's running joke about boldy having a dad bod (see e.g. comments here) with team usa's obvious daddy kink and slot boldy right into the dom category. HOWEVER. i am interested in his teammates' descriptions of him as "quirky" and "serious" and in how he is seemingly not the greatest at picking up on social cues (seriously matty nobody asked you to act out that tiktok?) and i like to think of him as just a little bit out of step with the group. THEREFORE in my heart of hearts i headcanon matt boldy as asexual and baffled but tolerant of team usa's entire deal. AND YET i think that if trevor was bored and up for it he could absolutely trick boldy into domming him.

ok we're gonna put the subs after the jump bc this is getting long and also more filthy.

trevor zegras: listen there is no human alive who embodies the spirit of "i am gonna be SO OBNOXIOUS because deep down i really want someone to Make Me Behave" more than trevor zegras. the only reason trevor does not land further down on this list is that there is a lot of sub competition on team usa, OK? (and also i think that sometimes jamie drysdale gets the sneaking suspicion that he is being topped from the bottom, like, jamie kind of thought he was in charge here but all of a sudden trevor's telling him he's not allowed to come yet?)

jack hughes: look, it's hard going 1OA, OK? and then having a disappointing rookie season where you're constantly second-guessing your decision to not play NCAA hockey for maybe just a year? will somebody please just tell jack how to be a good boy? give him some very clear directions and when he fulfills them please just tell him he did a very good job and he has earned a treat. pet his hair. make him breakfast. (thanks, ty, glad you're on top of this one.)

alex turcotte: omg TURCS. there is an entire separate post here. i disagree with some of the fanon characterization of turcs because it's just not how his teammates characterize him. he's the tough guy with the netfront presence who's gonna slash your knuckles if you take the puck from him in practice. soooooooooo i really like the idea of alex's older AHL teammates getting a load of the hot shit future 1C with the NHL bloodline and deciding he needs to be Put In His Place. i like turcs getting knocked around hard at practice and hazed in the dressing room and him and his teammates gradually coming to the realization that turcs likes the humiliation A Little Too Much, you know what i mean? i dream about turcs hanging out with trevor and jamie and feeling a little smug about it. like, trevor and jamie's whole puppy love thing is cute or whatever, but turcs is getting dicked down by Men.